CARLO AND THE TARTS. 23

_ the cake which the dog had brought. All the time the dog
_ stood watching his young charge, with a proud feeling that
he was doing his duty.

The father, fondly clasping his child, carried him up the
_ steep way, down which it appeared he had scrambled in the
dark, in order to reach the cave. This he had been afraid
to quit on account of the torrent; and here the dog by his
scent had traced him, and had watched over him night and
day. Knowing that food was as needful for the child as for
himself, he had gone home to fetch him some of his own
dinner.

Thus the faithful animal, by the exercise of his reason-
ing power, had saved the child’s life.

 

CARLO AND THE TARTS.

My dog Carlo was a very useful friend. I used to send him
on errands. He seemed to be proud of the trust, and would
trot along looking neither to the right nor to the left. One
day I sent him to the baker’s for some tarts; and away he
went, with the basket in his mouth. The baker put the
tarts into the basket, as he had often done before, and Carlo
set off for home.

On his way home he met another dog, who, after getting’
a smell of the tarts, thought he would turn back and go with
Carlo. They had gone but a short distance, when all at once
the strange dog pushed his nose into the basket, snapped out
a tart, and started to run away with it.

Carlo dropped the basket and sprang at the thief. The