lay crying at the bottom of the ditch, for he could not get out: and I believe he would have laid there all day, but the dog was so good-natured that he went to the house where the little boy lived, on purpose to tell them where he was. So, when he came to the house, he scratched at the door, and said, Bow,[Pg 42] wow; for he could not speak any plainer. So they opened the door. [Pg 40] [Pg 41] [Pg 42] What do you want, you black dog? We do not know you. Then the dog went to Ralph the servant, and pulled him by the coat, and pulled him till he brought him to the ditch; and the dog and Ralph together got the little boy out of the ditch; but he was all over mud, and quite wet, and every body laughed at him because he was a coward. Now, Charles, my pen is tired, I cannot write any more at present; but if you are a good boy, perhaps I may write you some more stories another time. Farewell. [Pg 44] [Pg 44] [Pg 45] [Pg 45] MY MOTHER. My own mamma! My dear mamma! How happy I shall be, To-morrow night At candle light, When she comes home to me. 'Tis just a week, Since on my cheek,
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