First of all, Gabriel set to work to get out the burrs that stuck fast in the thick coat.  This took a long time, but the little dog licked his hands gratefully now and then, showing that he understood, even if the operation was not always pleasant.

“Now, comrade,” said Gabriel, at last, “you’ll have to stand a ducking.”

The dog’s beautiful golden eyes looked at him trustfully, and Gabriel, placing him in the brook, scrubbed him well, long ears and all, and then raced around with him in the warm air until he was dry.

What a transformation was there!  Gabriel’s eyes shone as he looked at his purchase.  The dog’s long hair, which had been a dingy brown, shone now like golden silk in the sunshine, and his eyes gleamed with the light of topazes as they fixed lovingly on Gabriel’s happy face; for Gabriel was happy, as every one is who sees Love work what is called a miracle, but what is really not a miracle at all, but just one of the beautiful, happy changes for the better that follow on Love, wherever she goes.  The boy’s lonely heart leaped at the idea that at last he had a companion.

A despised little suffering dog had altered into a welcome playmate, too attractive, perhaps, to keep; for Gabriel well knew that he would never be permitted to take the dog home; and any one finding him now in the woods could carry him into town and get a good price for him.

“What shall I call you, little one?” asked the boy.  “My word, but you are lively,” for the dog was bounding about so that his ears flew and flapped around like yellow curls.

“Topaz, you shall be!” cried Gabriel, suddenly realizing how gem-like were the creature’s eyes; “and now listen to me!”

To his amazement, as the boy said “Listen,” and raised his finger, Topaz at once sat up on his hind legs with his dainty white forepaws hung in front of him.

“Whew!” and Gabriel began whistling a little tune in his amazement, and the instant the dog heard the music he began to dance.  What a sight was there!  Gabriel’s eyes grew round as he saw Topaz advance and retreat and twirl, occasionally nodding and tossing his head until his curls bobbed.  He seemed to long, in his warm little dog’s heart, to show Gabriel that he had been worth saving.

But the radiance died from the boy’s face and he sank at last on the ground under a tree, looking very dejected.

Topaz bounded to his lap and Gabriel pulled the long silky ears through his hands thoughtfully.

“I thought I had found a companion,” he said sadly.

“Bow-wow,” responded Topaz.

“But you are a trick dog, worth nobody knows how much money, and I cannot keep you!”

“Bow-wow,” said Topaz.

“To-morrow I must begin to try to find your master.  Meanwhile what am I to do with you?” The boy rose as he spoke and Topaz showed plainly that there was no doubt in his mind as to what should be done with him, for he meant to stick closely to Gabriel’s heel.