call him by his name and give him a piece of meat, which I will
get from the cook for you, and pat his head, he will soon learn to know
you. But you must not frighten him with your whip, or he will run away
from you. He used to be beaten when he was naughty, but then he was a
little puppy, and did not know better; but now he never does anything
wrong, and if he was ever so hungry, and was told to guard the things in
the larder, or on the dining-room table, from the cat, he would not
touch the nicest dish himself, and would take care that neither the cat
nor any other dog came near them."

"I do not care about any of the things you speak of," answered Norman.
"I want my whip, and I think Susan has hid it for fear I should beat
her, and I intend to do so if she dares to treat me like a baby. I will
beat Trusty too, if he barks at me--you'll see if I don't--and he will
soon find out who is master. I am a brave boy, papa says so, and I want
to be a man as soon as I can."

"But brave and good boys do not beat either women or dogs, and I hope
you wish to be good as well as brave," said Fanny gently.

"So I am, when I have my own way," exclaimed Norman, "and my own way I
intend to have that I can tell you. Now, Fanny, go and find my whip, or
make Susan give it to you if she has got it, and if she will not, tell
her that my papa will make her when he comes home."

Fanny, wishing to please her brother, and not believing that he would
really make a bad use of his whip, hunted about for it, but in vain.
She then went and asked Susan if she had got it.

Susan replied that she knew nothing about the whip, and had last seen it
by the side of the young gentleman when he had fallen asleep in the
arm-chair.

On hearing this, Norman marched into the drawing-room, expecting to find
his whip in the place where he was supposed to have left it, but it was
not there. He searched about in all directions, as Fanny had done in
vain. He saw his grandmamma following him with her eyes, but he could
not bring himself to ask her if she knew where his whip was, and she did
not speak to him. At last, losing patience, he ran out of the room, and
joined Fanny in the garden.

"Somebody has my whip, and I will find out who it is," he muttered
angrily, "I am not going to have my things taken away. But I say,
Fanny, cannot you come out with me and buy another, I must have one just
like the last, and I will try it on Trusty's back if he comes