I HAVE come now to the last chapter of my story.

I thought when I began to write, that I would put down the events of each year of my life, but I fear that would make my story too long, and neither Miss Laura nor any boys and girls would care to read it.

So I will stop just here, though I would gladly go on, for I have enjoyed so much talking over old times, that I am very sorry to leave off.
Every year that I have been at the Morrises', something pleasant has happened to me, but I cannot put all these things down, nor can I tell how Miss Laura and the boys grew and changed, year by year, till now they are quite grown up.

I will just bring my tale down to the present time, and then I will stop talking, and go lie down in my basket, for I am an old dog now, and get tired very easily.
I was a year old when I went to the Morrises, and I have been with them for twelve years.

I am not living in the same house with Mr.and Mrs.
Morris now, but I am with my dear Miss Laura, who is Miss Laura no longer, but Mrs.Gray.She married Mr.Harry four years ago, and lives with him and Mr.and Mrs.Wood, on Dingley Farm.