"How beautiful and how knowing he looks! It seems as if my little Alexander began to recognize me--he looks so earnest and sensible." "He knows you, miss," said the nurse, courtesying, "and he knows, like other children, who loves him.

Children and dogs know who love them.

The children cry, and the dogs hide themselves when people are around who dislike them." "Nonsense, Louisa!" laughed the young lady, as she bent to kiss her child--"nonsense! did not my little boy cry when his father took him yesterday?
And he loves his child most tenderly, as only a father can." "Oh, there is another reason for that," said the nurse.

"He has just passed his first stupid three months, and he begins to hear and see what passes around him, and it was the first man's face that he had seen.

But only look, miss, what a beautiful little dog is coming up the path." It was indeed a lovely greyhound, of the small Italian race, which came bounding joyfully toward them, and as he saw the woman barked loudly.
"Be quiet, Alkmene, be quiet!" cried a loud, commanding voice.
"Oh, Heaven! it is the king!" whispered the young lady, turning pale, and, as if stunned, retreated a few steps.
"Yes, it is really the king," cried the nurse, "and he is coming directly from the grass-plot here." "Let us go as quickly as possible, Louisa.