New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-07-03

have only just one bunch OF crackers for
tomorrow
/ When Sally said crackers" the Growly-
/ bunch thought he understood. and he
/ Jumped up on mis- four white paws and sat
UP and begged But, of course, he didn't
know there was any such thing as fire.
crackers. because he was only puppy and
he had never seen Fourth of July.
| He thought good deal about the crack
I ers Sally talked about. Everybody seemed
to talk a great deal about Crackers" too,
SO the Growly-bunch thought to himself.
But Sally never gave him any, and the next
| morning when the Growly-bunch woke up
early in his basket bed IN the corner OF
Sally's room, he pricked up his ears and
listened very hard. because there was such
a strange and dreadful noise going on IN
the street under Sally's window.
He didn't Ike II, so he grow!ed very hard
and then Sally looked down at him where
he was sitting, with one ear cooked up
and one tapped down, and she said
''Growly, it isn't patriotic to act like that.
That's only crackers. 1 am going down.
stairs to set mine off, and you must
stay here. Lie right down and go to sleep
again.
But the Growiy wanted his own way,
down at all. He sat right up straight
he began to feel hungry for the crackers
he Had heard so much about. Ut was
early. before breakfast anyway, so he had
4 right to fell hungry)
Well, ne sat there, and then he thought:
ct am going 70 have my own way" Then
he hoped right up on to his four little
white feet and trotted down the stairs
after Sally as fast as ever he could trot.
Just as he reached the garden gate Sally
was bending over something bright and
red and pretty. something that was lying
in the road. And Sally had a little stick In
her hand, and she was poking 1t.
Ny" thought the Growly, ct never saw
that sort Of crackers before. I don't care
what Sally said, I never mind her. any
way. I'm going to eat the crackers and
have my own way and play with the stick,
too. If I chooset''
Then Sally caught sight of him. mo!
No! MOI she called. go away; go home!
Naughty dog!''
There wasn't time for more! Sally tried
to pick him up, but he wouldn't come.
Bang Whizz! Bang bang!
Yes! Sally and the Growly were right
in IL. It was q wonder that they wern'r
hurt badly The Growly had the worst OF
il; his paws were a little burned, but
Sally was more frightened than anything
else. But oh. he wished he had minded
Sally, and oh. Sally wished she had taught
him to mind,
She put The Growly up In her own
room on her couch, and she let him have
the best blue silk sofa cushion to lie on.
His paws were all done up in bands of
surgeons cheesecloth, and he looked dread
fully like a suffering invalid. even though
he was only little hurt and more fright
ered than anything else!
But the Grow1y- thought things
over good deal, lying there on Sally's
blue sofa cushion. NO, He didn't chew
the cushion-he really ~didn'tD He did re-
member that Sally had said mol NOT
when ne had chewed her last one, and he
remembered that she had said NO! MOI
the time the crackers went off bang-bang.
That was the Growly's first lesson in
Winding. I think he learned it. too.
Sally thought things over, TOO, while the
Growly- cuddly-bunch was lying there on
her best blue silk sofa cushion, looking
like suffering invalid. She wished she
had taught him TO mind She thought
when the ACKNOWLEDGMENT got all
well that she would begin to bring him
up in the way he should 60 Sally used
to talk very seriously to him, and I