DINGLEY FARM "My dear niece," and a stout, middle-aged woman, with a red, lively face, threw both her arms around Miss Laura, "How glad I am to see you, and this is the dog.

Good Joe, I have a bone waiting for you.

Here is Uncle John." A tall, good-looking man stepped up and put out a big hand, in which my mistress' little fingers were quite swallowed up.

"I am glad to see you, Laura.

Well, Joe, how d'ye do, old boy?
I've heard about you." It made me feel very welcome to have them both notice me, and I was so glad to be out of the train that I frisked for joy around their feet as we went to the wagon.