The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1882-05-24
Children Column.
The Little Yellow Dog.

shiny face that it cured the blues just to
look at her.
She had a great many names. She
would answer to Dainty" Pussy"
Sunshine" and Polly" quite as well
as to Mamie. Polly" was grandpa's
name for her.
Polly had one fault She was never
quite ready to do any thing the very
minute she was asked she always had
something of her own to attend to first
1t papa said, DANTE please get my
slippers, he was sure to hear, yes, in
just minute, papa. Dollie is most
asleep" When grandpa said, Come,
little Polly, can't you run up stairs and
get my glasses she was sure to take
Just three more turns about the room-if
she happened to be playing with kitty
before she started Or if she were read
ing story, and was asked to do an err
rand, she would get slowly up and creep
along with her eyes on the book, stop at
the foot of the stairs and read few lines,
stop at the head of the stairs and read
and then call out, Mamma, did you say
you wanted spool of white or black
thread ?"
1t was trying indeed, and grandpa
said the ugly weed ought to be rooted
out before it grew any bigger. Some
times he tried to make her ashamed OF
It, When she was gone long time for
the newspaper he had sent for, she would
find grandpa busily writing when she
came with it, and he would take no notice
Of her until she said, Here is your pa
per, grandpa. y
My paperl" he would say then, look
ing over his glasses at her. "Sure
utes ago, didn't 1 But the time has
gone by now, I have turned my attention
to other subjects, no paper for me Miss
Polly, thank you"
Then Mamie would hang her head and
blush; but by the next time grandpa
asked her to do an errand for him she had
forgotten all about it.
One day grandpa called Mamie to take
a walk with him.
Where are we going day, grandpa ?'
said Mamie, holding fast to his hand, and
giving a gentle little hop.
Going to see a dog, said grandpa,
that can do what little girl can [.
Mamie, of course, was eager to know
what dog could do that girl could not,
and she asked great many questions;
but grandpa stopped them by telling her
about the st. Bernard dogs that save
great many people from freezing. The
story lasted until they got to the shop
where grandpa had his boots mended.
The shoemaker was a little old man, and
he had nice little shop and good old
wife, and funny little yellow dog.
J i IL
I want my little girl to see what wonder
full things your dog can do.
Then the little man twinked smile
from his mouth and eyes, and called:
Here, Jip, youl" and then the little
dog in the next room came scampering
into that room so fast that he almost went
heels overhead, and seated himself in
little yellow ball at his masters feet, his
bright eyes turned to his, as if to say,
Now, sir, what will you have?"
Jip, shut the door," said Mr. Jyricks,
and at that moment Jip few, and with
his two fore-paws pushed and pushed
with all his might until it shut
Now, Jip, bring my slippers" his
master said and Jip scampered into the
other room and out again as quick as
wink with slipper in his mouth, laid it
down, and then went after the other one
And SO he brought his masters glasses
and the newspaper without waiting to be
told.
Mamie laughed until she almost cried
to see the funny little fellow perform.
She was so taken up with his tricks,
seeing him stand on his hind feet and offer
one of his fore paws, when she said,
How do you do, Jip?' that she forgot
all about asking her grandfather what
he meant by saying Jip could do what
girl couldn't until they were almost
home. Then grandpa said, 1 will tell
you when we have our talk tonight"
Now, grandpa" Mamie said, as she
nestled into her grandfather's arms after
tea, when he and she were all alone in
his room, now tell me what little dog
can do that can't. l m sure can shut
doors, and bring your slippers, and news
papers, and glasses"
"Polly, sand grandpa, taking her round
face between his hands and looking in
her eyes, the little dog can do it right
aVay the minute he is spoken to- o
Polly, Polly to think poor little yell
low dog can do what you cannot" The
little head went down then on grandpa s
BOSOM and neither of them spoke for a
few minutes, then grandpa said