swim again; but they did
not: they lay quite still.

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At last she put in her hand, and drew one out of the water, so that she
might look at it closer. Then she could no longer doubt what was the
matter with it. The poor fish was quite dead,--cooked, in fact. Bessie
burst out crying, and sobbed as if her heart would break.

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WALTER'S DOG.

"MAMMA, why can't I have a collar for Fido, like that on Charley's
dog?"--"You must wait until our ship comes in," said his mother,
laughing.

Walter believed that a ship was really coming, and set to thinking of
the things that he hoped it would bring him. Then he called Fido, and
told him how much he wished to give him a collar.

If Fido had known how to speak, perhaps he would have said, "I don't
care much about a collar: I get along just as well without it." But Fido
could not speak English, though he barked smartly when Walter said,
"Speak, sir."

I must tell you some of Fido's funny ways. He would sit up on his
haunches, drop his fore-paws, and wait for Walter to put a piece of
bread on his nose; then he would sit quite still while Walter counted,
"One, two, three;" and, at the word "three," he would give his head a
toss, and catch the bread in his mouth.

Fido had a great taste for music. There was one tune in particular that
he was very fond of; and, when it was played on the piano, he would
begin to make a whining noise, which would grow louder and louder, until
it ended in sharp, quick barks, keeping time with the music. Walter
called this "Fido's singing."

Fido liked dancing-tunes; but there was a friend of his, one of the
neighbor's dogs, that liked only psalm-tunes. He would whine solemnly
until a lively tune was struck up; when he would slink away in manifest
displeasure. He would not countenance such frivolity.

So you see, dogs have their fancies as well as human beings.

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THE HORSE THAT LOVES CHILDREN.

THIS is a picture of the horse that refuses to run over children. His
name is Prince. Once his master was driving him along a narrow street,
when Prince saw an infant creeping along across the street right in his
way.

Prince at once slackened his speed; and though his master, who did not
know that the infant lay in the way, touched him with the whip, Prince
knew better than to hurt the poor little infant.

At last the good horse stopped short, and refused to move. His