The Corner House Girls Under Canvas / How they reached Pleasant Cove and what happened afterward

k and look at this poor dog

on Willow Street. It was a dripping day, and anything or anybody that remained ou

n question had come within the range of the vision of t

s frightfully despondent and hopeless looking as that

to the porch and fee

ie let us?

music lesson and won't know, an

s. MacCall wo

desire, "she says she hasn't ever sent anybody away hungry from her door; and that

-like the door of a castle; the furniture was walnut, upholstered in haircloth, worn shiny by more than three generations of use; and out of the middle of the hall a great stairway

s this. In the rear were two wings built on to the house, each three stories in height. The house had its "long" side t

. The lawns of the old Corner House needed the mower, too; and at the back Uncle Rufus-the general factotum of the establishment-had laid out a wonderful kitchen

ortably armed chairs, through the butler's pantry into the kitchen. As Tess had said, Mrs. MacCall, their good-natured and lovable housekeeper, was not in si

rain, reflectively chewing a cud. He bleated when he saw the girls,

s the rain," Dot

the narrow strip of sward between the flagged walk and the curbing; his sides heaved as

ain's soaked right through the poor doggy-h

re to relieve the dog's apparent misery, ran down to

or doggie

He was a Newfoundland dog, with a cross of some breed that gave him patches of deep brown in his coat and very fine, long, sil

fellow," urged T

et and limped toward her. He did not crouch and slink along as a dog does that has bee

ted about his neck. The dog followed Tess doubtfully to the porch. Billy Bumps climbed to his feet and shook

nt the steps, but he looked up at D

. "He thinks he knows me. Do you su

broken meat that had been put aside for Sandyface and her children. "I know I should rem

k from it. The brown eyes of the dog glowed mor

fell to wolfishly, not stopping to chew at all, but fa

t. "It-it's bad for your indiges

lite if you were as hungr

te with his nose in the pan. Dot ventured to pat his wet coat and

negro, with a very bald crown around which was a narrow growth of tight, grizzled "wool." He had a smiling face, and if the whites o

git dat dawg?" he wanted

ried Dot. "He came a

tired and hungr

wild taggar, ef one come erlong lookin' s

!" and she put her hand upon the ha

dawg," said Uncle

't believe he wants to be a tramp. He doesn't look at all

ame to the house the other day," adde

awg," muttered Uncle Rufus. "It done run erwa

porch harder with his tail and rolled a trusting eye up at the little group. Evidently

ncing and laughing in spite of her, ran in at the side gate. She had a covered basket o

what we've got! Just the n

mals?" was the older

h a nice dog,

ry and wet,"

ng down to pat the noble head. Instantly the dog

old fellow!" she cried. "Of

House girl born of the fact that Ruth had mothered the brood of three

en want er dawg for,"

aid Agnes, promptly, laughing rog

le Rufus, that those Gypsies that stopped

well off," said the old man, chuckling suddenly. "H

er of the porch and curled up on an old rag

at dirty old rope ta

opened the blade. He approached the wea

d, suddenly. "He done

k. The three girls crowded close to see, Uncle Rufu

e!" gasped Tess. "Oh! I hope not. Then, if we don

address, or license number was engraved upon

TOM JONAH

TLE

the controversy. "What did I tell you? He

rmured Agnes. "Wh

onah sleeping comfortably on the porch. The old dog raised his grizzled

s, clasping her hands. "Is

irty," said Ru

to-morrow. He's got some insect-insecty-s

Tess. "I wish you wouldn't try

h patted her head a

oor dog stay till he rests up, anyw

hey awoke. He was allowed to remain on the porch, and despite the objections of Sandyface, the mother cat, and

ed that night. He blinked at them in the lampshine from th

was aroused-not to say the neighborhood. There was a savage salvo of barks from the p

d hens, the loud "cut, cut, ca-da-cut!" of the rooster, mingling with which