I'd
rather let them live!"
"Well, I belong to an Audubon Society at home," Frank stated. "I think
it's fine to study the birds and their habits and intelligence. We study
about other creatures, too. I am learning a lot about the creatures of
the wild out-of-doors. It's interesting."
"Here's good old Rowdy coming to get his share," cried Tom, slapping the
bulldog on the shoulder. "There's a funny old chap. He'll take all sorts
of mauling from any of us boys or from anyone whom he likes, but let a
person whom he distrusts point a finger at him, and he's at their throat
in a minute. He is very partial!"
"Yes," Jack assented, "and it's remarkable what a judge of character
that dog is, too! He can select the good from the bad about as
unerringly as one could wish. Sometimes he will make friends with
perfect strangers and we find afterwards they are good people even
though first appearances were against them. Again he will take a dislike
to some mighty fine looking folks, but we learn that they are villains
under the surface in the long run."
"Rowdy," Frank challenged, "are you going to take a shine to me or not?
Be mighty careful, now, for I'm very anxious about it."
For answer the dog who had been in the center of the floor sprang up to
Frank's lap in an endeavor to "kiss" the boy's face. His weight
projected so suddenly upon the lad resulted in upsetting him, and boy
and dog rolled to the floor in a mass. Rowdy thinking a new game was on
began pulling the boy about until all hands were arrested by a cry from
Arnold, who still remained at the wheel.
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