they? O dear! then I can stay here all the rest of my life." And
in his joy he tried to stand on his head; but the roof of the
dog-house was too low, and his legs came down on top of Dash's back,
and gave him quite a start.

"But," said Dash, "I must tell you that May and Hal said you were to
dance for them."

"O dear! if that is all, I will dance the whole day for a good home."

So the two dogs kept house for a week, and Dash went out and got the
bones, while Frisk made the straw beds, and swept the scraps out with
his paws for a broom. Not the tip of his nose did he show in the
day-time, but at night he took a run round the lawn to get the twist
out of his legs.

The fat old cook in the house said she did not know how Dash could eat
so much; for he would beg for bones five or six times a day. She was
a good old soul, and she gave him all the bones she had, and he would
lick her hand and wag his tail, and all but speak to thank her.

At last one day, Dash heard Mr. Grey say that the show-man had gone
a-way. He had tried his best to find Frisk. He said he would give a
large sum to get him back; and all the boys in town went out to hunt
the poor dog. But they did not find him, as you and I know.

PART V.

FRISK FINDS A NEW HOME.

And now, as I shall tell you, one day May and Hal went out on the
lawn, when lo! there stood Frisk, first on his hind-legs, and then on
his head; then he danced a jig, and then ran up to lick their hands.

"O my! O look! here is that dear Jack we saw in the play," cried May.

"Yes, so it is! Why, Jack, where _did_ you hide all this time?" said
Hal, and he gave him a soft pat, and May put her white arms round his
neck.

Tears of joy stood in Frisk's eyes, and he ran with May and Hal and
Dash up to the house, where their pa-pa and mam-ma were.

You may be sure the two went hard to work to kiss and coax pa-pa to
let Jack or Frisk stay. They asked him to look how thin the poor dog
was, and how sad it would be to send him back to the show-man, who
would beat him, and may-be kill him, he would be in such a rage.

"O now, dear pa-pa! do let him live with us!" they cried; "_we_ will
not beat him, and he may dance or not, as he likes. Come, we will kiss
you ten times;" and they both got his face down, and gave them to him
on each cheek at the same time, and made him and mam-ma laugh so, they
could not speak a word for quite a while.

Well, the end of all this long tale is, that