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Rh She almost felt her steps lagging as she approached the bridge. A very hungry dog had been added to the trio of children. Elnora loved all dogs, and, as usual, this one came to her in friendliness. The children said "Good morning!" with alacrity, and another paper parcel lay conspicuous. "How are you this morning?" inquired Elnora. "All right!" cried the three, while the dog sniffed ravenously at the lunch box, and beat a perfect tattoo with his tail. "How did you like the bologna?" questioned Billy eagerly. "One of the girls took me to lunch at her home yesterday," answered Elnora. Dawn broke beautifully over Billy's streaked face. He caught the package and thrust it toward Elnora. "Then maybe you'd like to try the bologna to-day!" The dog leaped in glad apprehension of something, and Belle scrambled to her feet and took a step forward. The look of famished greed in her eyes was more than Elnora could bear. It was not that she cared for the food so much. Good things to eat had been in abundance all her life. She wanted with this lunch to try to absorb what she felt must be an expression of some sort from her mother, and if it was not a manifestation of love, she did not know what to think it. But it was her mother who had said "be generous." She knelt on the bridge. "Keep back the dog!" she warned the elder boy. She opened the box and divided the milk between