Story Of A Woolly Dog

Excerpt: "e;"e;Well, he certainly is the finest toy in my little shop, but what good does that do if I can't sell him?

His wool is very soft, and he looks so natural that I can almost hear him bark.

But, oh dear! if I don't sell him-or sell some of the toys soon-I can't pay my rent and I'll be turned out!

Oh, if my boy Jimmie would only come home from the sea with the gold he said he'd bring to me!"e; A sad-faced, poor, little, old lady moved slowly about a poor little store on a side street.

In the small show window were a few notions-pins, needles and thread, and a few toys.

On a shelf near the window were other toys. But they were a very poor and cheap lot, made to sell to poor children who had only a few pennies.

There were dolls that cost five cents-dolls with only a thin little calico dress on, and nothing else.

There were jumping jacks that could be had for as little as three pennies, and there were two-cent tops and one-cent marbles. "e;The Woolly Dog is the best toy of all,"e; went on Mrs. Clark, who kept the little store. "e;The agent said I could sell him for a good sum and make money on him.

Certainly he is a fine toy and I did not have to pay very much, and, since I gave him a bath and cleaned him, he looks good enough to be in a rich store."e;