Waggles thought it was a new game
Waggles licked his hand and looked up at him gratefully. But Waggles was too much of a gentleman to tell on Jimmie, even if he could have spoken.
When Mr. Brown went home Waggles trotted along beside him.
"Jimmie," asked Mr. Brown that evening, "who tied that can to Waggles's tail?"
Jimmie said nothing, but his face grew red.
"Very well," said his father. "A boy who could treat a dog like that, doesn't deserve to have one. I shall give Waggles away."
Jimmie was very unhappy. He cried himself to sleep that night. But next morning who should come bounding in but Waggles! He jumped, and barked, and said "I forgive you" in every doggie way that he knew.
Jimmie hugged Waggles, and looked wistfully at his father.
"Well, Jimmie," said Mr. Brown, "since Waggles has forgiven you, I think I shall have to forgive you, too. Waggles may stay."