I receive my paper every Tuesday afternoon. I think it is the
nicest paper that was ever published for little folks, and big
folks too. I have taken it ever since 1879, and now I have one
hundred and twenty-seven numbers.
I must tell you about a little black-and-tan dog we had. His name
was Dot, and he seemed to know everything that was said to him.
When I went to school, he would follow me, and if I went to my
recitation, he would come and stand at the head of the class. When
he was thirsty, he would go to the water-cooler, and bark for a
drink. After a while a cruel dog bit him in the neck, and soon
after he died. I have a goat that I trained myself.