itten. What shall we do?"

"What should you do, Miss May?" he answered with a laugh. "It is only a
minute impression left by the fine teeth of your friend. You would have
it that he knew me a little while ago, and it seems we were destined to
be more intimately acquainted."

"Come home with us this minute," cried May, so dead in earnest, that
she grasped his arm, and made as if she would have dragged him forward.
"Father will dress it and heal it. I am so sorry, so ashamed, though
Tray did not know what he was doing."

He laughed again quite merrily, as it sounded. "If Tray did not know, he
did his small best to get rid of me. I daresay I was not treating him
with much ceremony. I am afraid I gave his tail as sharp a pinch as I
could administer before I could get at his neck. No, I am not going home
with you; thanks for the invitation. Do you wish Dr. Millar to think me
crazy? Do you apply to your father for medical assistance when you give
yourself a pin-prick?"

"But the bite of a dog is very different, though Tray is the dog,"
moaned May.

"Tray is in excellent health and spirits; I can vouch for that," said
Tom. "I have not the slightest apprehension of hydrophobia."

"O--h!" said May, with a deeper moan.

Dora had continued silent; indeed she could hardly speak, and her face
had grown more like ashes than paper.

He was standing still, and raising his hat a little awkwardly with his
left hand, in lieu of shaking hands with his right, as they came to the
point where their roads parted.

Dora made a great effort and uttered her remonstrance: "I wish you would
come home with us, and let father look at your hand."

"You too, Miss Dora--nonsense," he said sharply as it sounded.

"If Annie had been here," she persisted, "she would have been of a
hundred times more use than I, but if you'll let me I'll try to tie it
up for you."

She spoke so humbly that he answered her with quick kindness, "And pain
you by exposing a scratch to your notice? No, indeed, all that I'll ask
of you is never to fling stones at strange dogs, though they should be
tearing that unlucky imp of mischief limb from limb."

"It was very unkind of him to speak so rudely of poor Tray," sighed May,
as the sisters hurried home; "although it was Tom Robinson who gave him
to me, I don't think the man has ever put a proper value on the dog. But
I daresay he will call to-morrow though he has not come with us just
now, to ask for Tray, and to s