MASTER Tommy is having the first taste of the whip, you see. It is all very well tasting it in that fashion; but if he is a naughty dog, he will have to taste it in another way, not quiet so agreeable, I think. But he’s a good little doggie to play with us in the nursery, or to scamper away over the fields. Aunt Lizzie says it is not right of us to have pets. Well Tommy is a good little playfellow, and as we are only little children, we like a romp with him. Perhaps when we are as old as Aunty, we shall think like her. Pa likes us to have our pets, because he says it teaches us to show kindness to animals. Then Tommy is so good when we are learning our lessons, and looks so grave, just as though he wished he could help us when we are lost in the “rule of three.” We tell Aunty, when we say “we do love you little Tommy,” it’s different when we kiss Bertie’s little rosy cheek, and in his own baby language say, “We love oo ten thousand pounds.”