100 BRAGGADOCIO.

of Cdinolbont—net a very large State, to be
sure; but look into its district schools, and
there you will find hundreds of pretty country
girls, but none prettier or better than Bessie
Mixon. Bessie had gone half way to Rose
Lawn, when Sancho came running after, and
frisked about her, with the greatest possible
delight.

“ Naughty dog,” said she; “ go home.”

Sancho fell back a little, and Bessie walked
rapidly on. Soon the dog came up with her
again; and this time, instead of stopping, he
raced on ahead.

“Oh, dear,” said Bessie; “now he will
surely have a fight with the big dog at the
Lawn. I do wish boys and dogs wouldn't
fight.”

Soon Bessie reached the great white gate at
Rose Lawn, and there was Sancho peering
through the fence, at the very dog—the terror
of all the neighborhood.

“Lie down, Sancho,” said she; “lie down
there, and wait till I come out.” |

Sancho held down his head, and pretended to
obey, but no sooner did the big dog come close