THE WRONG BISCUITS

Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 25, 29 July 1933, Page 20

THE WRONG BISCUITS

(By "Miss Nobody," aged 11, for Animal Page.) {/; TT^k ON'T forget Wolfe's biscuits, Daddy," cried Marjory Riper to her JLy father, who was just leaving for work. . Marjory finished the washing up, and slipped off to her friend's place down the road. On the way she met Muriel Gardiner. Muriel Gardiner had no friends, and was hated by every girl in the class. She ran up to Marjory, excitedly exclaiming. "It's the dog-show next week! Do you know which, are the best biscuits for dogs? Sambo's getting thin." "Dad's bringing me Black's; he says they're the best," answered Marjory. Muriel laughed. "I'm going to get some," said Muriel. "Sco you later. Good-bye." "Did you bring Wolfe's biscuits!"asked Marjory that night. Her father handed her a box of biscuits. "Daddy, you've brought Coley's!" Marjory cried. "Well, never mind. AVolf© will eat them just as well." "Beware of the Dogs!" was written above the clubhouse gates. Marjory hesitated," as she drew near the club-house which the dog show was to beheld. Would Wolfe, her Alsatian clog, be able to leave the other dogs alone? Marjory looked around, and soon became aware that there were seven Alsatian dogs already in the pens.There were three spare pens, and in one. of these.Marjory put Wolfe. "Lia down, boy, lie down," said Marjory, patting 'the healthy Alsatian. Wolfe obeyed. Marjory stood by the wall, watching-the judges. They were at the Spaniels' pens, the Fox Terriers' next, and then, "Oh, they're here," breathed Marjory. Wolfe behaved, wonderfully well, and, when the judges came1 round, ho wagged, his tail joyfully, ana licked their hands instead of snarling, as he generally did when any strangers came near. "The first prize for the Alsations goes to No. 8 . . ."■ Marjory heard. The- rest of the words came fainter—"named Wolfe—a good name, too—belongs to Miss Marjory Eiper, aged 33." . Mnrjory did not hear the rest of the prize-winners. Nor did sho hear Muriel's words, which were, 'Cheat! You .fed your dog on Coley's, and I only fed mine on Black's, 'cause you said they were best!" But Marjory was too happy to care what she" said. . When Wolfe was bring in his-kennel, Marjorie and her father brought him a gTeat juicy bone. "I'm glad'roil brought-:the wrong biscuits, Daddy," «he gaid. -