rms and
kiss her, he was so glad to see her.

"I believe it is Roly," said Daddy Blake. "It is all very wonderful,
but it must be our Roly."

"Well, if he's yours, take him," said the engineer kindly. "I always
wondered how he got under the ice. But of course he could not tell
me."

"We were skating, the children and I, one day," explained Daddy Blake.
"Poor Roly slipped through an air hole in the ice. Then he must have
floated down the pond underneath the ice, until he came to another
thin place, where you saw him."

"I guess that's it," the engineer agreed. "He was almost drowned and
nearly frozen when I found him. But I'm glad he's all right now, and
I'm glad the children have him back."

"Oh, and maybe we aren't glad!" cried Mab. "Aren't we, Hal?"

"Well, I guess!" he cried. "The gladdest ever!"

Roly-Poly was happy too. He was so glad that he did not know whom to
love first, nor how much. He raced back and forth from the children to
Mr. Blake, and then over to the kind engineer, who had saved his life.

"Oh, let's hurry home!" cried Mab. "I want to show mamma and Aunt
Lolly and Uncle Pennywait that Roly-Poly is still alive."

And so Daddy Blake and the children skated down to the end of the
lake, Roly-Poly running along with them. He had barked his good-byes
to the engineer, and Daddy Blake and Hal and Mab had thanked the nice
man over and over again.

"Don't fall through any more air holes, Roly!" cautioned Hal, as he
skated along with Charlie, while Mab glided slowly at the side of
Mary.

"Bow-wow!" barked Roly, which meant, I suppose, that he would be very
careful.

Soon they were all safely home, and Roly-Poly barked louder than ever,
and almost wagged off his tail, sideways and up and down.

"Oh, how wonderful!" cried Aunt Lolly when she heard the story. "I
knew something would happen. Something wonderful has happened."

And so it had. And it was really wonderful that Roly had floated down
beneath the ice, and that the engineer had come along just in time to
get him out alive.

And so Roly came back, just as I told you he would. In a few weeks the
black spots wore off him, and he was all white again, and as lively
and frisky as ever, hiding anything he could find, and barking and
wagging his tail like anything.

"Won't all the boys and girls be surprised when they see our dog back
again?" asked Mab.

"I guess they will," agreed Hal. "It is just like a fairy story; isn't
it?"

"Oh, it'