The children begged Miss Page, the teacher, to let Jack spend the morning in kindergarten, and she said that she would try him.  She was afraid, however, that he would not know how to behave.  Johnnie Jones was a trifle late that morning, and the children were all ready to march to the circle.  Jack followed his master as he marched to his place, and then sat down on the floor beside the little boy’s chair.

Miss Page asked the children which one of them would like to stand in the centre of the circle and shake hands with the others, in turn, as they sang the good-morning song.

“Let Jack,” said Johnnie Jones, “he can shake hands as well as anybody, and he is a visitor to-day.”

Miss Page consented, and Johnnie Jones called Jack to the circle and offered him his hand.  Jack at once gave him his paw.  One by one the children came and shook Jack’s paw.  Everyone considered it great fun, and Jack enjoyed it also, though he could not laugh as the children did.

[Illustration:  Each child came up and shook Jack’s paw—­]

As soon as all the good-mornings had been sung, Miss Page started a game of ball.  Now there was nothing that Jack liked better than playing with a ball, so he ran out on the circle barking, and jumped up on the boy who had the ball in his hand.  The boy became frightened, not understanding what Jack wanted, and let the ball fall and roll away.  Jack rushed after it, knocking down chairs and tables, spilling the blocks out of their boxes, and tearing paper chains to bits.  At last he caught the ball in his mouth, brought it to Johnnie Jones, and began to jump and bark, begging the little boy to throw it.

Miss Page said that she was sorry, but Jack would have to go home.  “He is a very good dog,” she said, “but he does not behave well in kindergarten.”

At that moment Sam, the hired man, came into the room.  Mrs. Jones had missed Jack and sent Sam to find him.  Jack was having a pleasant time and did not want to go home, but he knew how to obey, and, when Johnnie Jones commanded him to “go home,” he turned slowly and walked out of the room.

So you see, Jack was turned out by the teacher, just as was Mary’s lamb.

One bright day, when the ground was covered with snow, Father took Johnnie Jones for a ride on his sled.  They had been around the block only twice when the clock struck two, and then it was time for Father to go to his office.

“Oh! dear,” said Johnnie Jones, “now I’ll have no one to pull my sled.  I wish Jack could.”

“Perhaps he can,” Father answered.  “When I come home to-night I’ll make some sort of a harness for him, and then to-morrow we shall see what he can do.”

That evening, with rope, straps, and Johnnie Jones’s reins Father made a very good harness, and the next day he hitched Jack to the sled.  At first Jack could not imagine what Father and Johnnie Jones wished him to do.  He allowed himself to be hitched to the sled, but every time Johnnie Jones sat upon it, and said “Get up,” Jack would jump about, and off would roll Johnnie Jones into the snow.  Then Jack would bark as much as to say, “What are you trying to do, anyway?”