A DOG OF FLANDERS. I§t

goose baking for supper. Alois,
gleeful, and sure of her playmate
back on the morrow, bounded and
sang and tossed back her yellow hair.
Baas Cogez, in the fulness of his
heart, smiled on her through moist-
ened eyes, and spoke of the way in
which he would befriend her favor-
ite companion; the house-mother
sat with calm, contented face at
the spinning-wheel; the cuckoo in
the clock chirped mirthful hours.
Amidst it all Patrasche was bidden

‘with a thousand words of welcome

to tarry there a cherished guest.
But neither peace nor plenty could
allure him where Nello was not.
When the supper smoked on the
board, and the voices were loudest