Well, the end of all this long tale is, that Mr. Grey wrote to the show-man, and said he had got his dog, Frisk, and he would like to keep him. I do not dare to tell you how much he said he would give to buy him; but it was such a large sum, that the show-man took it. And now Jack--Frisk, as they call him--and Dash have each a house to live in, but they eat and take their naps in one, for they love to get as close, side by side, as they can. Frisk stands on his hind-legs and his head, and does his jig dance in great style for May and Hal, and all the boys and girls who come to see them. If _you_ want to see him, you must speak quick; for I fear he will soon be so fat, with all the nice bones and kind words he gets, that his hind-legs won"t hold him up. But of this you may be quite sure, that Frisk and Dash will have a good home as long as they live, and when they die of old age, if you don"t cry for their sad loss, May and Hal will; for, you know, Dash saved Hal"s life; and life is dear to the young when they have no sad times, but joy and fun each day.
And now May, and Hal, and Dash, and Frisk, must bid you good-by. If you want to hear how they get on, you must come and tell me, and if you give me a good kiss, I will let you know.
Good-by! my dear pets! May the good G.o.d bless you all.