Mrs.Morris opened it, and there was a handsome nickel-plated collar, with my name on it Beautiful Joe.

Wasn't I pleased! They took off the little shabby leather strap that the boys had given me when I came, and fastened on my new collar and then Mrs.Morris held me up to a glass to look at myself.

I felt so happy.

Up to this time I had felt a little ashamed of my cropped ears and docked tail, but now that I had a fine new collar I could hold up my head with any dog.
"Dear old Joe," said Mrs.Morris, pressing my head tightly between her hands.

"You did a good thing the other day in helping me to start that little woman out of her selfish way of living." I did not know about that, but I knew that I felt very grateful to Mrs.
Montague for my new collar, and ever afterward, when I met her in the street, I stopped and looked at her.