Quickly he opens the paper to its full extent, and places it on the floor carefully. He waits patiently for the bones that are to reward his obedience. When they have been put on the clean "table-cloth," he begins his nice feast. Dinner over, Flash picks up the paper cloth, and carries it out of the room for the cook to burn.
Ethel says that Flash can tell time; for at just such a minute every day, the dog comes to his master, sits up straight, with his front paws drooping gracefully, and asks, in his dumb way, for something to eat. And when the time comes for his master to go down town to business, Flash is sure to give him a hint; for Flash is very punctual, you see, and does not approve of delay.
One day Flash brought an intimate friend, a red setter, and introduced him to his master. Flash stood wagging his tail, while the caller was politely caressed. Then the two dogs trotted off together, and Flash's playmate had a new name to put on his visiting list.
GEORGE T. PACKARD.
MOTHER'S CALLER.
"Rat-tat-tat upon the door; pray who can it be?
Such a funny lady never did I see.
Such a hat upon her head,—far too large a size,—
Such a mass of tangled curls hanging in her eyes!
"Do come in, my lady small, here's the rocking-chair:
Taking out your family for the morning air?
This child fell and hurt her head? that was very sad:
Other dolly broke her arm? wasn't it too bad?
"What, not going! Stay awhile, it is early yet:
Come and see me soon again; now, do not forget.
Ah! I've seen that face before, dimples, curls, and all,—
'Tis my own clear little girl come to make a call."
RUTH REVERE.
