GRAN’MA G'RACIE.

steadily along between Gran’ma and Dinny, each holding one of his long silky
ears, with the prisoner making no effort to escape.

But the job was to catch him; and on these occasions Gran’ma used to run
and run fast, while Dinny ran in another direction to cut Grant off.

And a pretty chase he led them, letting them get close up, and then giving
a joyous bark and leaping sidewise, to dash off in quite a fresh direction.
Here he would perhaps hide. crouching down under one of the shrubs, ready
to pounce out on his pursuers, and then dash away again, showing his teeth as
if he were laughing, and in his frantic delight waltzing round and round after
his tail. Then away he would bound on to the closely shaven lawn, throw
himself down, roll over and over, and set Dinny laughing and clapping her
hands to see him play one of his favorite tricks, which was to lay his nose
down close to the grass, first on one side
and then on the other, pushing it along as
if it was a plough, till he sprang up and
stood barking and wagging his tail, as
much as to say, ‘‘ What do you think of
that fora game?” ending by running helter-
skelter after a blackbird which flew away,
crying ‘ Chink — chink — chink.”

That was a famous old wilderness of a’
place, with great stables and out-houses,
where there was bright golden straw, and
delicious sweet-scented hay, and in one
place a large bin with a lid, and half-full of
oats, with which Gran’ma used to fill a
little cross-handled basket. ee

‘Now, Grant,” she cried, as she shut« “a AS
down the lid, after refusing to let Dinny «-*:
stand in the bin and pour oats over her head and down her back — “ Now,
Grant!”

““Wuph!” said Grant, and he took hold of the basket in his teeth, and

trotted on with it before her round the carner, to stop before the hutches that
stood outside in the sun.

  

Here, if Dinny was what Gran’ma called “a good girl,” she had a treat.
For this was where the rabbits lived.