ation: {A DOG WITH A BLANKET WRAPPED AROUND HIM.}]

Bose felt very badly. He crawled slowly along. He couldn't say, "I
didn't do it; please don't whip me," as a little boy or girl can. He
could only look up to his master with soft, begging eyes. But little
Patsy was looking in at the door. Little Patsy loves Bose dearly; and
of all the family Bose best loves Patsy. They are always playing
together.

[Illustration: {A DOG SITTING.}]

"Oh, please don't whip Bose," cried Patsy. "I don't believe he did it.
Nobody saw him do it," and she begged so hard her father said he would
only tie Bose up. He would not whip him till he was sure he had killed
the goose. That night Patsy cried herself to sleep. It almost broke
her heart to think that on the morrow Bose might have to be whipped.
Suddenly in the night she heard a queer, soft voice say, "I don't
believe he did it. I wouldn't kill a goose." Patsy opened her eyes and
found herself in a room full of dogs. The voice came from a wee doggie
wrapped in an eider down quilt.

"Very good reason why; you couldn't," barked another little fellow. He
had a head that looked as if it were bald, and large soft ears, and he
was peeping out of a basket.

[Illustration: PROSPECTIVE PUNISHMENT.]

[Illustration: {A FLUFFY DOG.}]

"Raw goose, faugh!" said a dainty doggie, who had a blanket pinned
carefully around him. "I like my poultry well picked and cooked."

"That's so. So do I," rejoined a fierce scrap of a dog. He wore a
collar and little silver locket, and cocked his ears.

"People are always saying dogs do things," said a tousled terrier,
whose hair had tumbled over his eyes, so he couldn't see a thing. "The
cat ate the cream the other day and cook said I did it. I hate cooks."

[Illustration: {A DOG LYING DOWN.}]

A grave-looking dog opened his mouth and spoke. He must have been a
lawyer among dogs. Patsy thought he looked like Judge Drake. He spoke
slowly. "If Bose had never chased the geese even in play, his master
would never have suspected him. A great deal depends on a dog's
character. But I don't think he killed the goose."

"I _know_ he didn't," spoke up a big splendid dog. "Bose is a good
fellow!" Then all the dogs barked out, "Hear! hear!" so loudly that
Patsy awoke. The dogs had vanished; the morning sun was shining. She
heard her father call, "Patsy, come and see the fox! We've trapped the
rogue. It was he that killed the goose!"

[Illustration: {A DOG LYING DOW