DISAPPEARING ROLL AND FAMILY OF PUPPIES

Evening Star, Issue 21138, 25 June 1932, Page 5

DISAPPEARING ROLL AND FAMILY OF PUPPIES

This delightful story of a dog lias reached us from Paris. It is perfectly true. Mr and Airs 11 liked their now house immensely, but the distance from the village prevented the baker from delivering fresh bread in time for breakfast. “ There must be a way of getting over the difficulty; there always is,” insisted Air R. “Tho thing is to find it.” It was Airs R who discovered the way. “ Let us train Alirctte,” she said. Aliretto was their dog, a clever creature. After a. week or so she had learned to play the part of a perfect messenger, and would trot off to the village every morning at seven with her little basket in her mouth. In the baker's shop her basket was filled with six hot rolls, and off she would go back home. At first all tho family waited on the doorstep to greet her. Soon, however, tho dog's journey became a matter of course. But there came a morning when the basket hold only five rolls instead of six. Of course, no one thought of

accusing Mirette of theft. “ The baker has made a mistake,” said Mrs It. But the next morning the same thing happened again, and the next and the next. Mrs It went to the shop. “ I assure you, madam, I always give her six rolls,” said the baker. “ Mirette would never allow herself to bo robbed,” thought Mrs It. “ But she could not possibly lose one roll regularly every morning.”

Mrs It decided to watch. One morning she started to the village early enough for Mirette not to see her go, and when the dog loft the shop with six rolls in her basket Mrs It followed. About halfway home Mirette struck off the road and followed a path by the edge of a quarry; then she stopped, placed the basket on the grass, seized a roll in her mouth, and took a few steps into the quarry. Sho soon reappeared without the roll, took up the basket, and hurried home.

“ The rogue is laying down a store for herself,” thought her mistress; but when she drew near she was amazed to seo in a nook of the quarry another dog, eating up the bread—a mother dog with a family of tiny puppies. Mirette’s wonderful instinct had led her to the place where help was, wanted. We are glad to know that she has had her reward, and that the dog and her puppies are well looked after.