He did so without letting any one know of his plan. He took Milo, at night, in the cars, to the nearest great city. Here one of our cousins lived. Placing Milo in his charge, Robert came back; and when the town-officer came after the little dog, to kill him, he was told that Milo had stepped out, and, if the town-folks wanted him, they must find him.
In a few months, the outcry about mad dogs was hushed; and then we had Milo home again. What rejoicing there was! And how glad was Milo himself to get back, and greet all his little friends with barks and leaps!
From the German.
THE THREE CALVES.
My little friend Max was on a farm, a whole week last May, and he likes to talk of the good time he had there.
He says there were no less than three calves in the great field; and he used to watch them and feed them two or three times a day.
They grew to be so tame that they would let him come up and pat them on the back, and feel of their budding horns. He gave them each a name.