barking at
me again."

"I cannot possibly take you out without granny's or mamma's leave, and
you must not think of buying another whip to beat Trusty, I had just
been thinking of asking cook to give you some small pieces of meat, and
I will go at once and get them, then you must call Trusty, and when he
comes to you, you must give him a piece at a time and pat his head and
he will wag his tail, and you will be friends with him in a few
minutes."

"I would rather not have him come near me unless I have my whip to beat
him if he tries to bite me," said Norman.

"Oh, he will not bite you," answered Fanny, and she ran to the kitchen
where she got some bits of meat from the cook and brought them to her
brother.

She soon found Trusty who was lying down on the rug in the dining-room,
and followed her out into the garden.

"Call Trusty, Trusty, and show him a piece of meat," she cried to her
brother.

Norman with some hesitation in his tone called to the dog as Fanny bade
him, and Trusty ran up wagging his tail. Instead of holding the meat
and letting Trusty take it, which he would have done gently, Norman
nervously threw the meat towards him, Trusty caught it, and putting up
his nose and wagging his tail drew nearer; Norman instead of giving a
piece at a time as Fanny had told him to do, fancying that the dog was
going to snatch it from him, threw the whole handful on the ground and
retreated several paces. Trusty began quickly to gobble up the meat.

"Oh, you should have given him bit by bit," said Fanny.

As soon as Trusty had finished he ran forward expecting to get some
more, when Norman fancying that the dog was going to bite him, took to
his heels and ran off screaming, while Trusty bounded playfully after
him thinking that he was running, as Fanny often did, to amuse him.

"Stop the horrid dog! he is going to kill me, stop him, stop him!"
screamed Norman as he ran towards the house.

In vain Fanny called to Trusty and ran to catch him, he kept leaping up,
however, hoping to get some more meat from the little boy who had, as he
fancied, treated him so generously.

The cries of Norman brought out his mamma.

"The naughty dog is going to bite me, and Fanny is encouraging him.
Save me, mamma, save me!" he exclaimed, as he threw himself into Mrs
Vallery's arms.

"Fanny, what is the matter," she asked, "it is very naughty of you to
let the dog frighten your little brother."

Sweet gentle Fanny feeling h