"What is the matter? Are you hurt? You mustn't be afraid of the dog;
he is good, and doesn't bite."
These reassuring words were spoken by a girl of eleven or twelve, who
helped her up and brushed off her dress.
"What a darling you are!" she added, as Carie lifted her big blue
eyes, all swimming in tears, saying, "I fought it was a bear."
"No, indeed; he is only a nice old dog who lives next door to me, so I
know all about him. Now tell me where you are going all alone?"
"I runned away," was the honest answer, "and I dess you better take
me home," she added, looking up confidingly into the pleasant face.
"Then you must tell me what your name is and where you live."
Carie could tell her name, but to the other question could only
answer, "Over there," pointing in the wrong direction with great
assurance. Her companion was puzzled; she felt certain some one was
alarmed at the disappearance of this dainty little midget.
"I'll ask Mrs. West if she knows anybody near here named Hazeltine,"
she said. "Come in and sit on the doorstep till I find out something
about you."
She was back in a moment. "I think I know now, you dear little thing!
It must be that lovely house I saw the other day.
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