Prince Jan, St. Bernard

s new home. A little girl with long, yellow curls, big blue eyes, and pink chee

who was still in the automobile which had met them at the station. The dog leaped

ied, throwing her arms about his neck

he walked upon it, reached down to the blue water, and that water sparkled as far as he could see, and then it seemed to become a part of the sky. Wonderful things that gave out delicate perfume formed brilliant patches about the house and even clung high up on the walls. Later, he learned these things were flowers, and when the wind blew softly, they bent an

to his new home. His only duty was to take care of Elizabeth, who was so gentle a

at was sneaking too close. He loved the water, and the best time of all, he thought, was when his mistress took her swimming lesson and he could plough through the waves beside her. Often she would lie on her back in the hissing, white surf, holding to Jan's collar until they both landed on the warm sand. Sometimes the two of them would dig a big hole, and

lights and beautiful things on it. All the family p

r you, Jan,

there. Suddenly, all the old longing for the Hospice dogs and the work made him walk slowly out of the house and lie down on th

ow and do my work there!" he wished, and th

en she flew over Prince Jan and saw he was so lonesome and homesic

, romped beside him, pulling playfully at Jan's hairy neck, while Brother Antoine and other monks stood on the upper step, smiling and s

crisp, biting air, his big paws sinking in

ime has come!" he shout

father!" his mother and

ng bells, giving forth the cry of the St. Bernards. They trod over ice-bridges, ploughed through deep

deep drift. Then he and Rollo dug furiously, u

th were very quiet. Jan licked their faces, he pushed them with his nose to rouse them, then he crowded his warm body closely against them, and his eyes watche

given to the child. Brother Antoine carried the little one in his arms while the other man held the woman, and Jan and Rollo trotted ahead of them to beat down the snow and make the path easier to

clung to the long hair on the dog's back, saying very softly, "The Blessed Mo

voices saying, "Jan is dr

ch had been throbbing madly with joy, grew sad. He looked at his little mistress and her friends smiling at him so kindly, and w

one another. Once in a great while some person is wise enough and good enough to understand what dogs try

silk, and when he put his paws on a man's shoulders, their eyes were the same height. In spit

nd he raced to the spot where he had seen the flakes falling in the bright moonlight; but when he pushed his nose into the white glistening things beneath a tree, he found the