Fred said, “I would build a beautiful dog-house with a top like one of the heathen temples, and have an account of Cæsar’s heroism printed in large letters on a signboard over the front.” But Hatty thought that Cæsar would better appreciate good care, plenty of meat, and Inez’ fond caresses.
“I am glad you feel so,” remarked Mrs. Carleton. “It was a noble act in the dog, though I suppose he ran no great risk of losing his own life. Dogs, especially of the St. Bernard breed, are quite at home in the water. But, Fred, can you think of any man who not only risked his life, but freely gave it up for yours?”
Fred’s eyes dropped to the floor as he answered,—
“What is he sometimes called?”
“The God-man.”
“Have you ever been grateful to him, my dear?”
“I think I do love him, mother, though I never can love him enough for all he has done.”
Transcriber's Note
The author uses wont instead of the more usual won't; this has been retained as printed.