‘(DAISY ’S: DOGS.

HEN Daisy was three years old her papa gave her for a playfellow a
little round fat puppy, and, what seemed very strange, her uncle on
the same day sent her another. They were funny little fellows, and

looked very much alike. Her papa said one would be almost black when he
grew up, and so they called him Dusky. The other one they called Silky,
because he had soft yellow hair.

Daisy fed them every day with warm sweet milk, and they grew very fast.
It made her laugh to see them lap
the milk with their bright red
tongues. When they were two
years old they had changed from
little, plump, roly-poly pups to
soft, shaggy spaniels with fluffy
tails and long silky ears.

Daisy grew as fast as her play-
fellows; and the three were very
happy together, and she taught
them to mind what she said, and .
to do many funny tricks. Her
mamma gave her a little silver
whistle, which she used to blow
when she wished to call them.
They learned the sound of it when
they were little, and it was fun to
see how quick they would obey the
call when they were grown large.

A funny thing happened one day when they were both shut inside the |
gate : —

Daisy was playing soldier. She had put on her brother's cap, and was
marching along blowing her whistle like the men in the band which she had
seen marching through the street.

The sound awoke the little dogs, which had been sleeping under the rose
bushes. They thought she was calling them, and rushed from their hiding-
place to find her. Dusky was larger than Silky, and could run much faster,