The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1900-10-04
Five Puppies and a Doll.

Five Puppies and n Doll
The five puppies at Rose Hill farm
sat in corner of the wood house,
looking very sad, and talking togeth-
er in dog language, for they were in
great trouble.
About two months before, when they
had first opened their eyes, they had
looked up into the face of Miss Daisy,
and had thought her the loveliest girl
in the world. She really was very
pretty, and of course they had seen no
one else. Then Miss Daisy had taken
them in her soft arms, and had cud-
died them and kissed them, and had
said they should belong to her always,
for she could not part with one Of
them. And when her father, Farmer
Grigg, laughed at her for wanting such
large family, she coaxed him and
kissed him, too. until he said she
might do as she liked.
So for nearly two months the five
new puppies were happy as the day was
long; and Miss Daisy fed them, and
christened them, and played with
them. and invited her friend Dolly
from the next farm to come and adj
mire them. too. One pup was called
Humpty, and another Dumpty. be-
cause they fell off everything that it
was possible for puppies to fall off.
But Dolly was allowed to christen the
next two, and she chose the names of
Rufus and Tyrrell, because she was
Just beginning to learn about the
kings of England, and was rather
proud of her knowledge. The fifth
pup was called Dick after the good
natured cowboy.
II things had only gone on in this
way. Humpty. and Dumpty. and Rufus,
and Tyrrell, and Dick would have gone
on being the happiest puppies in the
world until they grew into the hap
piest dogs. But then came Miss Daisy's
birthday; and although it was a hap
by day for her, it was a sad day for
the puppies; and it was all the fault
of the new doll.
The new doll was nearly as big as
real baby, and she had blue eyes
and thick brown hair, and clothes to
go on and off, and real leather boots
that laced up the front, and real kid
gloves with buttons at the wrists; and
she lay on Miss Daisy's bed, ready to
smile at her as soon as she awoke on
her birthday morning. Miss Daisy
squealed for joy when she saw her new
treasure; and she took off the boots
and put them on again, and christened
her Rosaline long before she herself
was dressed for breakfast.
But, sad to tell, in the midst of her
Joy. Miss Daisy quite forgot her older
pets. and the five dear pups were left
shut up in the wood house until Jane
in the kitchen heard their hungry
cries, and let them out, and gave them
bread and milk. That was, indeed, q
very sad day for the puppies. Their
little mistress did not come near them:
she had tea-party in the garden, and
Dolly and her brothers and sisters
came and played games; and Rosaline
was admired, and dressed and un-
dressed, and then for walks, and nut
to bed many times over; but never a
thought was given to the poor little
pups, left so lonely in the wood house.
For three days they whined. and
grieved, and longed for Miss Daisy to
come and play with them; but al
though they often saw her walking
about with Rosaline in her arms. she
never stopped to speak with them:
she was so proud Of her new treasure
she had no time for the old ones; and
the old ones felt that they hated the
new one.
So on this morning the five pups sat
in corner of the wood house. and
looked sad as they chartered together
in dog language.
She will never play with us again. ;,
whined Humpty: and sure we are
nicer than that horrid new puppy she
carries about"
ugly thing!p snarled Dumpty.
"It isn't bit like u.s." put In Rufus.
Il should like to eat It," snapped
Tyrrell. 4!
And little Dick sighed. but said
nothing.
Look" cried Humpty. who was
near the door: Miss Daisy is carry
ing it up the scuilery steps to show
to Jane
"She used to carry us to show to
Jane" sighed Dumpty.
"Jane is in the garden said Rufus.
"she spoke to me Just now as she
passed. I think Jane is very kind
girl: she does not forget her friends. =
Here's Miss Daisy again. cried
Tyrrell.
"And she has left the new puppy
in the scullery." said Dick. quietly.
"Brothers!" cried Humpty, very ex-
cltedly, 'if you are not afraid. follow
me. We will see what can be done.
am not afraid Of any puppy. Let us
go to the scullery and bark at It, and
tell 1t what We think Of IT. wicked
ways" '8.A
I'VE will kill it cried Dumpty. III