I stood for a while hesitating, and
at length determined to go round through
another gate, when a fine Newfoundland
dog, who had been waiting patiently for
his wonted caresses, and wondering why
I did not come in, looked accidently down
at the invalid. He comprehended the whole
business in a moment. He put down his
great paw, and, as quickly and as gently as
possible, rolled the invalid out of the way,
and then drew himself back in order to
leave room for the opening of the gate."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
The Little Gleaner.
Little Ruth, like the woman of old of that name,
Returns from the field, where she gathered the grain.
[Illustration]
IN THE SWING.
"Up little Gracie! Swing up high,
As if you're going to touch the sky;
Only, take care, my darling pet--
Hold the two ropes, and don't forget.
"Up again, Gracie! There--that's right,
Laughing away, but holding tight;
While little Dottie waits below,
And Harry sends you to and fro.
"Stop, Harry, now! 'tis time for Grace
To yield to little Dot her place.
Be gentle, dear, for Dot's so small--
If you're not careful, she may fall.
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