24 A CLEVER DOG.

noise of the fight soon brought all the dogs in the street to
the spot; and seeing the tarts, they at once began to help
themselves. Carlo looked as if he did not know what to do,
It was enough to drive the poor fellow mad to see the tarts
going one by one. What could he do with so many dogs ?
He thought it all out in a moment. Making peace with
the crowd, he joined in the feast, and helped to finish the

 

 

 

tarts with a right good will. J saw the whole thing from
the window ; but the joke was too good to be spoiled, so I
let them finish the tarts.

 

A CLEVER DOG.

SomE years ago, a little boy, not more than eight years old,
was sent on an errand. As he was going home, a lame dog,