ame is Beth Davenport."

"Not me?" Her eyes had grown very big.

"Yes, you--really."

Beth could not believe it for a while. When she did realize that
Harvey was truly in earnest, she gave one long gasp of delight. Then
she surprised both herself and Harvey by throwing her arms around his
neck and kissing him.

Harvey, boylike, was a little embarrassed, but he did not object,
however.

"Harvey, you're the nicest boy living. I don't know how to thank you."

He looked very much pleased. "Do you really like him, Beth?"

"Like him!----" She could not think of words strong enough to tell how
much she liked him.

"Is he as nice as Fritz? Do you forgive me now?"

She immediately felt guilty, for it was a fact that she had not been
friendly towards Harvey since the disappearance of Fritz.

"He's a thousand times nicer, but perhaps you're just giving him to me
because you think you ought to. Maybe the 'gator didn't eat Fritz
after all."

"I'm not giving him to you because of Fritz. You may keep Don even if
Fritz comes back."

"Is Don his name?"

"I call him Don because he came off a Spanish vessel, and he seems to
like the name, but you can call him anything you wish."

"It's a pretty name, and I shall call him Don. Shan't I, Don?"

The dog looked up at her with his intelligent eyes to see what his new
mistress wished. She threw her arms about his neck and kissed him.

"Don, I love you, I love you. You're my dog now. Harvey has given you
to me."

Harvey felt a little jealous to see lavished on a dog caresses, such as
had been given to him only once. He tried to distract Beth's attention.

"Say, Beth, you just ought to see him in the water. He loves the
water."

"Does he? Let's go down to the river."

This was just what Harvey wished, and therefore he readily consented.

The two started ahead. Don followed majestically.

Mrs. Davenport saw them from the window, and stopped them.

"Where are you going, Beth?"

"Down to the river with Harvey, mamma. Just see what he gave me."

Beth led Don up to the window where her mother was.

"Why, you nice dog, you. He is a beauty. Where did you get him,
Harvey? He must be a very valuable dog."

Thereupon the history of Don's discovery was repeated to Mrs. Davenport.

"Harvey ought to keep him himself," she declared.

"But I wish Beth to have him, Mrs. Davenport. Father said I might do
what I wished with Don, and when I told mother I wa