row," said Mrs. Montague. "Can you think of
any one else I could visit?"
"A great many," said Mrs. Morris; "but I don't think you had better
undertake too much at once. I will give you the addresses of three or
four poor families, where an occasional visit would do untold good.
That is, it will do them good if you treat them as you do your richer
friends. Don't give them too much money, or too many presents, till you
find out what they need. Try to feel interested in them. Find out their
ways of living, and what they are going to do with their children, and
help them to get situations for them if you can. And be sure to remember
that poverty does not always take away one's self-respect."
"I will, I will," said Mrs. Montague, eagerly. "When can you give me
these addresses?"
Mrs. Morris smiled again, and, taking a piece of paper and a pencil from
her work basket wrote a few lines and handed them to Mrs. Montague.
The lady got up to take her leave. "And in regard to the dog," said Mrs.
Morris, following her to the door, "if you decide to allow Charlie to
have one, you had better let him come in and have a talk with my boys
about it. They seem to know all the dogs that are for sale in the town."
"Thank you; I shall be most happy to do so. He shall have his dog. When
can you have him?"
"To-morrow, the next day, any day at all. It makes no difference to
me. Let him spend an afternoon and evening with the boys, if you do not
object."
"It will give me much pleasure," and the little lady bowed and smiled,
and after stooping down to pat me, tripped down the steps, and got into
her carriage and drove away.
Mrs. Morris stood looking after her with a beaming face, and I began to
think that I should like Mrs. Montague, too, if I knew her long enough.
Two days later I was quite sure I should, for I had a proof that she
really liked me. When her little boy Charlie came to the house, he
brought something for me done up in white paper. Mrs. Morris opened
it, and there was a handsome nickel-plated collar, with my name on it
Beautiful Joe. Wasn't I pleased! They took off the little shabby leather
strap that the boys had given me when I came, and fastened on my new
collar and then Mrs. Morris held me up to a glass to look at myself. I
felt so happy. Up to this time I had felt a little ashamed of my cropped
ears and docked tail, but now that I had a fine new collar I could hold
up my head with any dog.
"Dear old Joe," sai
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