The next morning the hunter was away bright and early, followed by Love. Now every one knows that the duty of a bird dog is to run through the fields in search of birds, and not to count the nails in his master's boots. So Alexandre said to Love, "Seek! Seek!" Love at once stood up on his hind legs and began to dance. "Dear me," said the hunter, "it appears that Love is a dancer as well as a hunter."

But Love was brought out that morning to point for birds. To point means to sight a bird and then stand still, looking steadily at the bird in the grass, till the hunter comes and shoots at the bird. Then the dog is to run and get the bird.

Alexandre again said, "Seek!

Seek!"

Love stretched himself on the grass at full length and appeared to be dead.

"This is all very pretty," said the hunter; "but, my friend, this is not the time for these pranks. We are here to shoot-let us shoot. Come, get up."

Love did not move.

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Wait a bit," said the hunter, as he picked

a stick from the ground, "I will help you to your duty."

But no sooner did Love see the stick in his master's hand than he gave a loud bark, sprang up, and leaped over the stick.

Alexandre was angry. He gave Love a good beating and the dog ran howling away. But see! Love is at last doing his duty. Away he goes, his tail up, his head to the

ground.

His master ran after him as rapidly as he could. Suddenly Love stopped and began to point. The happy hunter ran to the dog, saw that his eyes were carefully set on a tuft of grass, and thought he saw a young bird hidden there. Alexandre was Alexandre was sure the bird was so young that he could take it alive. He laid down his gun, and, creeping near, flung his cap over it. Then he put his hand under the cap and drew out-a frog.

II.

At first Alexandre was very angry. Then, again, he thought that as this was the only thing he had to show for a whole day's sport,

he ought to keep it. So he put it into his game bag, and carried it home. He put it into an empty glass jar, and poured water over it.

That evening a friend called to see Alex

andre.

This friend was a doctor. He saw the

frog in the jar.

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Ah," said the doctor, "so you have something new ;" and he walked to the table and took a good look at the frog.

"If you had a dozen of them we might make a dinner of their legs; but as it is, we will make of this one a barometer. Bring me some bullets, two flat bits of wood, and a dozen matches."

Alexandre was surprised at what the doctor said, but he obeyed, and soon the doctor was at work.

What in the world are you making?" asked Alexandre.

tor.

"I'm making a ladder," answered the doc

And sure enough, that is what he did make. He fastened the bits of wood into the bullets. Between the bits of wood he fastened the matches. They made the rounds of the ladder. When it was made the doctor put it into the jar. The weight of the bullets kept it on the bottom.

As soon as the frog found the ladder was in the jar it climbed up to the top.

"We shall have rain," said the doctor.

"You don't say so!" exclaimed Alexandre, "and I wanted to go hunting with Love again."

The frog advises you to stay at home," remarked the doctor.

"How so?"

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'My dear friend, I have provided you with a very good barometer. When you see the

frog climb to the top of the ladder, you may be sure it will rain. When the frog remains at the bottom, you may count on fine weather. If it climbs

up half way, do not go out without

an umbrella."

"Dear me, dear me," said Alexandre. "Can this be so? I shall watch that barometer every day." And he did. The doctor was right. The frog always told the weather by its place on the ladder.

Floss-Hair ran out to play in the sunshine among the dandelions. Grandmamma watched her from the doorway where she sat spinning -her little bright head in its halo of silky gold. Suddenly Floss-Hair paused, and turned a questioning glance toward the doorway.

Grandmamma looked very lovely to FlossHair from where she stood. A silvery sun