He could talk with Cissy and Moses
could not. But although the dog's faithful heart ached at the neglect
of his little mistress, he did not desert his place of protector, but
watched and guarded the princess while she and her friend prattled on
all the long, bright days, quite unconscious of his trouble.
One afternoon Cissy's happiness reached its highest point. Her mother
had been watching the visiting going on through the fence, and saw
Cissy's delight in her new companion, so, unknown to her, she wrote a
note asking that Jamie be permitted to come into the yard and play
under the elm tree. When Cissy saw Jamie coming up the walk in her own
yard, her delight knew no bounds. She ran to meet him, and dolls and
buggies and carts and everything she prized was generously turned over
to her visitor. How quickly the afternoon passed.
Moses was as happy as the children themselves--for if he could not talk
he could at least bark, and now they were altogether under the tree,
his troubles were forgotten and which were the happier, children or
dog, it were hard to say.
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