"Hosy Grout giv him an' another one to me yes'day, over 't the village.

He was goin' to drownd 'em, an' I wouldn' let him, an' he said I might hev 'em ef I wanted 'em.

I knew Pink would like to hev one, an' I thought mebbe you liked critters, an' so--" "Good Bubble!" said Hilda, stroking the little dog's curly head.

"And what shall I call him, Pink?
Let us each think of a name, and then choose the best." There was a pause, and then Bubble said, "Call him Scott, after the bold Buckle-oh!" "Or Will, for 'the wily Belted Will,'" said Pink, who was as inveterate a ballad-lover as her brother.
"I think Jock is a good name," said Hildegarde,--"Jock o' Hazeldean, you know.

I think I will call him Jock." The others assented, and the puppy was solemnly informed of the fact, and received a chicken-bone in honor of the occasion.