The little boy was tired when dinner-time came, and his mother left him at home with the grandmother.
“I have been working hard, little grandma,” he said. “Don’t I deserve a story?”
“Let me see,” said the grandmother, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. “Did I ever tell you about
“THE HUNTER?”
“No,” said the little boy; “tell me that!”
Once upon a time there was a Hunter who had three dogs. The first he called “Run-fast,” the second “Catch-the-hare,” and the third “I-know-it-better.” One day the Hunter went out to hunt, and he called his first dog, Run-fast, and his second dog, Catch-the-hare, and the third dog—what under the sun did I say was the third dog’s name?
“I-know-it-better!” cried the little boy eagerly.
“Very well, then,” said the grandmother, laughing a little. “If you know it better, tell the story yourself!”