“O, Doodles, Doodles, Doodles,” whispered Joe, in a fond voice, rubbing his cheek on the soft head.
“Well, Joe, do you love cows as well as dogs?” inquired Mr. Brush.
“Yes,” said Joe, thinking of the cow that was missing him to-night. He hoped she was asleep now. “But I’m glad I found Doodles.”
“Now, Joe, drop Doodles,” said Aunt Affy, “and follow me up these kitchen stairs. I have a room ready for an obedient, truthful, industrious boy.”
“Now, Joe, drop Doodles,” said Aunt Affy,
“and follow me up these kitchen stairs.”
“Where is he?” asked Joe, lifting his shaggy head.
They all laughed, and laughing, also, Joe followed the plump, sweet-faced lady up the kitchen stairs.
IX. THE FLOWERS THAT CAME TO THE WELL.
“He might have made the earth bring forth