In a little while, another whistle sounded; and this time, without a
word of command, Jack sprung off the steps, dashed down the street, and
returned in a few moments, escorting his master.
How did Jack know that the time-table had been changed that day, and a
freight-train had taken the place of his master's train?
Another time, an uncle, who was visiting the family, had occasion to
stay in town until the last train. Jack refused to be shut up, and, at
eleven o'clock at night, went in the dark to the station, and escorted
our guest up to the house.
How did he know what train to meet? and what instinct impelled him to
do his part towards keeping up the courtesy of the family?
[Illustration: ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, LONDON.]
[Illustration]
A LETTER FROM CALIFORNIA.
Here we are in Santa Cruz, in a hotel right on the beach. We had such a
lovely stage-ride over the mountains, and enjoyed the mountain air so
much, that I was almost sorry when we arrived. I wish you could see the
great madrona-trees on the mountains with their dark-red wood and
beautiful green leaves.
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