But the dogs are
all turned loose. You would think that there was danger of not finding
them in the morning, but there is no danger of that at all. When it is
time to get up next day, the guides look around, and see as many snow
mounds as there are dogs in the train, and in each mound where a dog has
burrowed, and let the snow cover him, is a hole made by his breath. It
is very easy to find the dogs by these holes, and they never go far from
the sledge.
--_Written for Dew Drops by Julia H. Johnston._
JUDY'S REVENGE
By Dorothy Hartley
[Illustration]
It was very evident that Judy was in trouble. There she stood in the
middle of the yard, her tiny brows drawn together in a pucker, one
finger resting between her rosy lips in a way that would have been
irresistibly lovely if the lips had been smiling instead of pouting, her
eyes cast down on the ground at her feet.
"I sha'n't! I sha'n't!" she kept saying every now and again, with a
shake of her short, sturdy self.
"Judiet, come here!" called her mother from the kitchen, where she was
making a pie for dinner. "Why, what's the matter, child?" she added, as
she saw the very evident traces of displeasure on her little daughter's
face.
"It's Tom, and I'll never forgive him!" she cried.
"Hush! hush! you mustn't say that, Judy. What has Tom been doing?"
"He's gone off playing, and he wouldn't let me go with him, and Daisy's
gone with her brother.
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