"You know, dear grandmamma," he said, "this is my birthday, and I have
come to spend half of it with you and aunt; and, first, we are to have a
walk, then to take tea together, and, to finish up, you will tell me all
about Newfoundland and what you have seen there, ending with the history
of the wonderful dog."
"Stay, stay, my love," said Mrs. Ward; "it is impossible that I should
tell you all I have seen in Newfoundland. I can, however, give you an
account of some of your dear grandfather's missionary journeys, in which
he met with many adventures, and, at the close of one trip, fell in with
the good man to whom the wonderful dog Box belonged."
"That's just what I should like," said George; and immediately he
hastened to find his grandmother's bonnet and shawl, in which she was
quickly arrayed for the walk. [Illustration]
It was a bright sunshiny afternoon, and as the little party strolled
through the village street, they found half the women and children of
the place, sitting in the doorways, or playing about on the roadside.
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