Stand up, old fellow, and let me get on your back." "I'll tell you a scheme," cried Howl; "you run up-stairs and get one of mamma's shawl-straps, and we'll fix a harness for him, and make him ride us around the room." "All right," agreed Henny, trotting out into the hall.

At the door he met Lloyd.

When she went into the room she found Howell lying on the floor, burrowing his head into the dog's side for a pillow.

Hero did not like it, and, shaking himself free, walked across the room and lay down in another place.
Howl promptly followed, and pillowed his head on him again.

Hero looked around with an appealing expression in his big, patient eyes, once more got up, crossed the room, and lay down in a corner.