A CIRCULATING LIBRARY After supper that night, Bab and Betty sat in the old porch playing with Josephus and Belinda, and discussing the events of the day; for the appearance of the strange boy and his dog had been a most exciting occurrence in their quiet lives.

They had seen nothing of him since morning, as he took his meals at the Squire's, and was at work with Pat in a distant field when the children passed.

Sancho had stuck closely to his master, evidently rather bewildered by the new order of things, and bound to see that no harm happened to Ben.
"I wish they'd come.

It's sundown, and I heard the cows mooing, so I know they have gone home," said Betty, impatiently; for she regarded the new-comer in the light of an entertaining book, and wished to read on as fast as possible.
"I'm going to learn the signs he makes when he wants Sancho to dance; then we can have fun with him whenever we like.

He's the dearest dog I ever saw!" answered Bab, who was fonder of animals than her sister.
"Ma said--Ow, what's that ?" cried Betty with a start, as something bumped against the gate outside; and in a moment Ben's head peeped over the top as he swung himself up to the iron arch, in the middle of which was the empty lantern frame.
"Please to locate, gentlemen; please to locate.