as if he wanted to go out. "Won't you let him out?" said Mr. Edwards. "We will see what he will do." Jonas opened the door, and the dog ran out into the entry, and then made the same signs to have the outer door opened. Jonas opened it, and let him out. Jonas stepped out himself a moment, to see what he would do, and presently returned again to the room where he had left Mr. Edwards. "Where did he go?" said Mr. Edwards. "He has run to the sleigh," said Jonas, "and jumped up into it, and is lying down on the buffalo." "The dog seems to have become attached to you, Jonas," said Mr. Edwards, "and I presume that you have become somewhat attached to him." "Yes, sir, very much indeed," replied Jonas. Mr. Edwards was silent a few minutes, appearing lost in thought. "I hardly know what to say about this dog," he continued, at length. "You did very right to come and let me know about him. I am afraid that some boys would have kept him, without saying any thing about it. I am glad that you were honest. I valued the dog very much, and would have given a large sum to have recovered him, when he was first lost. But I have got another now, and don't really need two. Should you be disposed to buy him?" "Yes, sir," said Jonas, "if I could. But I haven't got but a dollar at my command, and I suppose he is worth more than that." Jonas had a dollar of his own. Mr. Holiday had given it to him when he left his house, thinking it probable that he would want to buy something for himself. Jonas had taken this money with him when he left the farmer's, intending to expend a part of it in the market town; but he did not see any thing that he really wanted, and so the money was in his pocket now. "Why, yes," said Mr. Edwards, "I gave a great deal more for him than that. Haven't you any more money with you?" "Not of my own," said Jonas. "I suppose you got some for your produce." "Yes, sir," said Jonas; "but it belongs to the farmer that I work with." "And don't you think that he would be willing to have you pay a part of it for the dog?"