, which they fed to Hero.

"Wisht we had some more," said Howell, as the cake disappeared. "Henny,
you go up and see if you can't hook some of Beauty's biscuit."

"Naw! I don't want to. I want to play with the dog," answered Henny, "He's
big enough to ride on. Stand up, old fellow, and let me get on your back."

"I'll tell you a scheme," cried Howl; "you run up-stairs and get one of
mamma's shawl-straps, and we'll fix a harness for him, and make him ride
us around the room."

"All right," agreed Henny, trotting out into the hall. At the door he met
Lloyd. When she went into the room she found Howell lying on the floor,
burrowing his head into the dog's side for a pillow. Hero did not like it,
and, shaking himself free, walked across the room and lay down in another
place.

Howl promptly followed, and pillowed his head on him again. Hero looked
around with an appealing expression in his big, patient eyes, once more
got up, crossed the room, and lay down in a corner. Howell followed him
like a teasing mosquito.

"Don't bothah him, Howl," said Lloyd. "Don't you see that he doesn't like
it?"

"But he makes such a nice, soft pillow," said the boy, once more burrowing
his hard little head into Hero's ribs.

"He might snap at you if you tease him too much. I nevah saw him do it to
any one, but nobody has evah teased him since he belonged to me."

"Is he your dog?" asked Howl, in surprise.

"Yes," answered Lloyd, proudly. "He saved my life one time, and his
mastah's anothah. And that medal on his collah was one that was given by
France to his mastah fo' bravery, and the Majah gave it to him because he
said that Hero had twice earned the right to wear it."

"Tell about it," demanded Howl, scenting a story. "How did he--" His
question was stopped in the middle by Hero, who, determined to be no
longer used as a pillow, stood up and gave himself a mighty shake. Walking
over to the sofa piled with cushions, he took one in his mouth, and
carrying it back to Howl dropped it at his feet as if to say, "There! Use
that! I am no sofa pillow." That done he stretched himself out again in
the farthest corner of the room, and laid his head on his paws with a sigh
of relief.

"Oh! Oh!" cried the Little Colonel. "Did you evah see anything so sma'ht
as that in all yo' life? It's the brightest thing I evah saw a dog do. He
thought it all out, just like a person. I wish Papa Jack could have seen
him do it. I'm goin' to treat you to s