Too A DOG OF FLANDERS.

this year. He has taken some whim
against me.”

“But thou hast done nothing
wrong ?”

“That I know—nothing. I took
the portrait of Alois ona piece of
pine: that is all.”

“Ah!” The old man was silent :
the truth suggested itself to him
with the boy’sinnocent answer. He
was tied to a bed of dried leaves in
the corner of a wattle hut, but he had
not wholly forgotten what the ways
of the world were like.

He drew Nello’s fair head fondly
to his breast with a tenderer gesture.
“Thou art very poor, my child,’ he
said with a quiver the more in his
aged, trembling voice, “so poor! It
is very hard for thee.”