A DOG OF FLANDERS. 31

surveyed the dog with kindly eyes of
pity. There was with him a little
rosy, fair-haired, dark-eyed child of a
few years old, who pattered in amidst
the bushes that were for him breast-
high, and stood gazing with a pretty
seriousness upon the poor great, quiet
beast.

Thus it was that these two first
met,—the little Nello and the big
Patrasche.

The upshot of that day was, that
old Jehan Daas, with much laborious
effort, drew the sufferer homeward to
his own little hut, which was a stone’s
throw off amidst the fields, and there
tended him with so much care that
the sickness, which had been a brain-
seizure, brought on by heat and thirst