do-ing some-thing to help thei
moth-er. A rich man who heard
Pierre play-ing on his flute one day,
had ta-ken him to his home and
giv-cn him the best of teach-ers.

Not long af-ter, I saw that Pierre
was play-ing in pub-lic. Ev-er-y
one says he will be a great man
one of these days, and, what is far
bet-ter, I am sure he will be as good
as he 1s great, for — ” |

‘ Bow-wow-wo-ow!”

Mam-ma stopped in the midst of
her sto-ry, and Jill cried out, “Why,
that is not Bru-no! he nev-er barks
in that way. It sounds just lke
Tow-ser, un-cle Ned’s lit-tle dog.”

And sure e-nough, there in the
par-lor was Tow-ser all dressed up