"
It seemed a good plan. Betsy was brought, and Tattine sat down to listen and
watch. Betsy, hearing the little cries, began at once to coax, giving little
sharp barks at regular intervals, and trying to make the hole larger with her
paws.
Tattine's ears, which were dear little shells of ears to look at, and very
sharp little ears to hear with, thought the cries sounded a little nearer, and
now a little nearer; then she was sure of it, and Betsy and she, both growing
more excited every minute, kept pushing each other away from the hole the
better to look into it, until at last two little beads of eyes glared out at
them, and then it was an easy thing for Tattine to reach in and draw out the
prettiest puppy of all.
"Why didn't you tell us there were five, Betsy, and save us all this extra
trouble?" and Tattine hurried away to deposit number five in the kennel; but
Betsy looked up with the most reproachful look imaginable as though to say,
"How much talking could you do if you had to do it all with your eyes and a
tail?"
CHAPTER IV. MORE TROUBLES
Patrick Kirk was raking the gravel on the road into pretty criss-cross
patterns, and Tattine was pretending to help him with her own garden rake.
Patrick was one of Tattine's best friends and she loved to work with him and
to talk to him.
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