A DOG OF FLANDERS. IL7

‘was a little light within. The child
opened it and looked out, half
frightened.

Nello put the tambourine-player
into her hands. “Here is a doll I
found in the snow, Alois. Take it,”
he whispered; “take it, and Go

bless thee, dear!” Be

He slid down from the shed-roof
before she had time to thank him,
and ran off through the darkness.

That night there was a fire at the
mill. Out-buildings and much corn
were destroyed, although the mill
itself and the dwelling-house were
unharmed. All the village was out
in terror, and engines came tearing
through the snow from Antwerp.
The miller was insured, and would