A DOG OF FLANDERS. 95

but the boy shook his head and
smiled, and went on his way through
the tall yellow corn, seeing as in a
vision some day in a fair future
when he should come into that old
familiar land and ask Alois of her
people, and be not refused or denied,
but received in honor, whilst the vil-
lage folk should throng to look upon
him and: say in one another’s ears,
“Dost see him? He is a king
among men, for he is a great artist,
and the world speaks his name; and
yet he was only our poor little Nello,
who was a beggar, as one may say,
and only got his bread by the help of
his dog.” And he thought how he
would fold his grandsire in furs and
purples, and portray him as the old