Captain Horace

uise thought his shoes made a great deal of noise, and just now he wanted to please even her. More than that, it was very pleasant to see the boys; and while he was playing game

e morning, "I heard ma tell grandma yesterday, you'd been a bette

re was she when she said it? What did

said she always knew Horace would be

race, looking very much please

you know how you'

t Madge says 'tisn't so

er round blue

of my drawers. Only think of that; and Prudy always round into things, you know! Th

ens, and bring in the eggs, and go f

could not think of home wit

g on the sofa in the library, Horace and Pincher lying on the floor, the door open from the balcony, and

their mother would see ma

g quite slowly, and looking down at

g off into the woods, and most killing Pincher, and going trouting down

ded Horace, "but I sto

you mean,

swearin' words, you know, but 'shucks,' and 'gallus,' and 'bu

e, clapping her hands and laughing;

shook h

e like Ally Glover, and you know

plied Horace, making a wry face; "he's la

r, solemnly; "anybody can't b

c' any more, but I don't want to be like a girl neither. Look here, Grace; it's sc

hould not wish his mother to know he was tryi

e it up," thought she;

ast a bright idea flashed across her mind, and of course she dro

ss All'n's, and put down black

kind sister made the book very neatly, and sewed it into a cover of glossy blue paper. She thought

rt; but when you say two bad words, 'twill be 'two B. W.,' you know. When you

un off, 'twil

said Grace, f

h interested; "and-and-'P. A. L.' for 'plaguing aunt Louise,' a

won't begin to hold it! We must

know I shan't d

little things," repeated she; "we'll have 'D.' for 'disobedienc

out of me, by hokey," said

so quick!" cried Grace, holdi

then clapped his hand over it in dismay

a wry face; "I move we call that no

next day before she

o better. Aunt Louise said you could almost

hurt," said Grace;

orace, sadly, "it isn'

gested aunt Madge. "If any one can

an anxious moment for little Horace, when she unwrapped the crushe

's a bad-looking fut; but I've some intment here that

and bound up the wound, bidding them all be ve

r!" said Horace. "He just li

was a pooty craycher; 'twas more the pi

f he could have blotted ou

n," cried Prudy, "to put the trap w

ket with a cushion in it, by the kitchen stove, where he might have

le master that he would wag his tail for joy; but even that effort seemed to tire him, and he

ak or the wing of a chicken; but though the poor dog would gladly have ple

he blue book; but as for disobedience, Horace had just now no t

ly times they had had together! How often Pincher had trotted along to school, carrying the sa

wasn't one of them but just wished they had him. But, poh! I wouldn't have sold him for all the c

rets he had poured into his faithful ears. Pincher would listen, and

a gave you to me, and you're the best dog that ever lived in this world. O, I didn't mean to c

d sadder, but there was the same patient look in them always. He fixed them on Horac

ask me a question," said Horace, w

tiful eyes forever, those beseech

earth beside the basket, and wept freely fo

r closed your eyes. It was very hard, poor doggie, but not so hard as the battle-field. Y

ce and his D