over at Mr. Thompson's house
you know," for the little poodle had been sent away while the garden was
being made. Mr. Thompson had planted nothing, having too small a yard.

"I don't care!" exclaimed Mab. "I DID see Roly. He's in the bushes
there--under the morning glories."

"Well, if it's your dog Roly I would not be so frightened of HIM," said
Sammie. "Only I thinked he was a LION."

"Here, Roly! Roly-Poly, come on out!" cried Hal, and out came a very
queer-looking dog indeed. It was Roly, but how he had changed. He was all
stuck over with leaves, grass and bits of bark from the trees. He
certainly did "fuzzy," as Sammie had said, and not at all like the nice,
clean poodle he had been.

"Oh, whatever is the matter with him?" cried Mab.

"He's got a lot of leaves stuck on him," added Hal. "Come here, Roly, and
I'll pull 'em off for you."

Roly came running over to Hal, but when the little boy tried to get the
leaves, grass and bits of bark off his pet he found out what was the
matter.

"Roly's all stuck up in fly paper!" cried Hal. "Look!"

"In fly paper?" asked Mr. Blake. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, he must have sat down in some fly paper, and it stuck to him all
over, and then he rolled in the leaves and grass," answered Hal.

"And then the leaves and grass stuck to the fly paper," added Mab. "Oh,
you poor Roly-Poly!"

The little poodle dog must have known how he looked, and he must have felt
quite badly, for he just stretched out at the feet of Hal, who had jumped
over the fence, and he howled and howled and howled, Roly-Poly did.

"I wonder how it happened?" asked Mr. Blake. "But we must take Roly-Poly
in the house and wash him. Then he'll feel better and look better. Did he
scare you very much, Sammie?"

"A--a little bit. When I saw him in our yard, all fuzzy like, I thought
sure he was a lion."

Mrs. Porter came out, having heard her little boy crying, and when she saw
Roly-Poly she laughed.

Then she said:

"You poor dog. Come over and I'll squirt the hose on you. That will take
off some of the fly paper."

"Oh, let me squirt it!" cried Hal. "Roly loves to be squirted on! Let me
do it!"

"I'm going to help," added Mab.

"An' me, too!" called Sammie.

"They'll drown the poor dog," spoke Mr. Blake, laughing. "I guess I'd
better take a hand in this myself."

"What's the matter?" asked Aunt Lolly from the back steps. "Is the house
on fire?" She was always afraid that would happen.

"No, it