if there is nothing better. But the dogs are
all turned loose. You would think that there was danger of not finding
them in the morning, but there is no danger of that at all. When it is
time to get up next day, the guides look around, and see as many snow
mounds as there are dogs in the train, and in each mound where a dog has
burrowed, and let the snow cover him, is a hole made by his breath. It
is very easy to find the dogs by these holes, and they never go far from
the sledge.

--_Written for Dew Drops by Julia H. Johnston._

JUDY'S REVENGE

By Dorothy Hartley

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It was very evident that Judy was in trouble. There she stood in the
middle of the yard, her tiny brows drawn together in a pucker, one
finger resting between her rosy lips in a way that would have been
irresistibly lovely if the lips had been smiling instead of pouting, her
eyes cast down on the ground at her feet.

"I sha'n't! I sha'n't!" she kept saying every now and again, with a
shake of her short, sturdy self.

"Judiet, come here!" called her mother from the kitchen, where she was
making a pie for dinner. "Why, what's the matter, child?" she added, as
she saw the very evident traces of displeasure on her little daughter's
face.

"It's Tom, and I'll never forgive him!" she cried.

"Hush! hush! you mustn't say that, Judy. What has Tom been doing?"

"He's gone off playing, and he wouldn't let me go with him, and Daisy's
gone with her brother."

"But perhaps Tom has gone some place where it would be too far for you
to walk," said Mrs. Tewsbury, as she sliced the apples into the dish.

"He's only gone to watch the boys fly their kites, and he said I should
stay home and play with my dolls. But I sha'n't!"

"Well, Judy, I want you to go to the store for me, and then, when you
come back, we'll talk about Tom. There, run along now. Get the basket
and bring me two pounds of sugar."

Judy started on her errand, her little heart very sore against the
brother who rarely found time to make things pleasant for his sister.
Tom always had something he wanted to do when Judy asked him to help
her. He had felt a little prick as he went off that morning, when he
remembered that George Brown had promised to take his sister with him to
the top of the hill. "Oh, Judy couldn't walk so far!" he tried to
comfort himself by saying. "I'll take her to some other place another
day." But Master Tom knew he was making a promise to himself tha