"But where is your brother ?" she cried.

"Oh! Willy dog, where is Jock, and where is Bubble?
Bubble, Will! speak!" Will "spoke" as well as he could, giving a short bark at each repetition of the well-known name.

Then he jumped up on Hilda, and threw back his head with a peculiar action which at once attracted her attention.

She took him up in her arms, and lo! there was a piece of paper, folded and pinned securely to his collar.

Hastily setting the dog down, she opened the note and read as follows:-- MISS HILDY, Simon Hartley he come here early this mornin and he says to me I was diggin potaters for dinner and he come and leaned on the fence and says he I've fixed your city gal up fine he says and I says what yer mean I mean what I says he says I've fixed her up fine.