"Where's your game, Ralph?" asked Aunt Mary.
"Will you believe it," said he: "I got within thirty feet of them; had the fairest shot that a fellow could possibly have, but somehow I missed my aim—didn't so much as graze one of them."
"Well, I'm not sorry for it," said Aunt Mary. "We shall enjoy our luncheon under the trees all the better."
I looked at her, and laughed, but she checked me with a "Hush!"
Albert Mason.
FAITHFUL DANDY.
Mr. Baxter, a poor laboring-man, was the owner of a fine dog, whose name was Dandy. Having to remove from one village to another in the State of Maine, Mr. Baxter hired a small wagon on which his furniture was packed. Then he led the horse, while Dandy followed behind.
When he came to the place where he was to stop, Mr. Baxter unloaded his wagon, but was sorry to find that a chair and a basket were missing from the back-part of the wagon, and that Dandy, also, could not be found. The day passed; and, as the dog did not appear, the poor man feared that something must have happened to him.
