Page 80 - Jack's victory and other stories about dogs

In one of these glaifcy, calm streaks* a mass of

broken spars and wrecked stuff came floating
towards the shore, and we all watched it eagerly

for a fresh lot of oranges, in whole boxes* Jennie

Warren, who had the telescope, presently ex­

claimed:
“ There is something alive there! I can see it

crawling about; it looks like a cat/’

We followed the raft, drifting along up shore

nearly half a mile befoi'e it came within reach,
and then Jennie’s brother dashed into the water

and rescued the little creature that was in instant

danger of being crashed by the broken timber*.

It proved to be a tiny black puppy, very pretty,

and evidently only a few weeks old. He was
almost exhausted but the girls adopted him at

once, took him up to the house, warmed and

dried him, and gave lum a breakfast of fresh

milk. After a long nap by the kitchen grate he
became, as Jennie said. “ as e;ood as new/* As
*
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Jennie had been the first to discover him, she

was appointed to give him a name, After a

consultation it was decided to call him Italia