When the man came home to his dinner, he showed the dog the pieces of the shirt, and gave him a severe whipping.

The dog ran away, visited all the clothes lines in the village, till he found a gray shirt very like his master's.

He seized it and ran home, laying it at his master's feet, joyfully wagging his tail meanwhile.
Mr.Maxwell's story done, a bright-faced boy, called Simon Grey, got up and said: "You all know our old gray horse Ned.

Last week father sold him to a man in Hoytville, and I went to the station when he was shipped.

He was put in a box car.