All we have to do now is to deal with the present, and the Bible plainly tells us that 'a righteous man regardeth the life of his beast.'" "I think I would be happier in heaven if dear old Joe were there," said Miss Laura, looking wistfully at me.

"He has been such a good dog.

Just think how he has loved and protected me.

I think I should be lonely without him." "That reminds me of some poetry, or rather doggerel," said Mr.Harry, "that I cutout of a newspaper for you yesterday;" and he drew from his pocket a little slip of paper, and read this: "Do doggies gang to heaven, Dad?
Will oor auld Donald gang?
For noo to tak' him, faither wi' us, Wad be maist awfu' wrang." There was a number of other verses, telling how many kind things old Donald the dog had done for his master's family, and then it closed with these lines: "Withoot are dogs.

Eh, faither, man, 'Twould be an awfu' sin To leave oor faithfu' doggie _there_, He's _certain_ to win in.
"Oor Donald's no like ither dogs, He'll _no_ be lockit oot, If Donald's no let into heaven, I'll no gang there one foot." "My sentiments exactly," said a merry voice behind Miss Laura and Mr.
Harry, and looking up they saw Mr.Maxwell.He was holding out one hand to them, and in the other kept back a basket of large pears that Mr.
Harry promptly took from him, and offered to Miss Laura.