“How?” asked Tommy, much interested.

“What Society?” asked his father.

Johnny answered the last question first. “‘Pervention of Cruelty,’” he said, shortly.

“Oh,” said Tommy’s father.

“I know how she broke her leg,” said Johnny.

“How did she break her leg?” inquired Tommy.

“A boy done it. I know him and I know he done it, and some day I’m going to catch him when he ain’t looking for me.”

“You have not had a cow since?” inquired Tommy’s father. “Then you do not have to go and drive her up and milk her when the weather is cold?”

“Oh, I would not mind that,” said Johnny cheerily. “I’d drive her up if the weather was as cold as Greenland, and 14 milk her, too, so I had her. I used to love to feed her and I didn’t mind carryin’ milk around; for I used to get money for it for my mother to buy things with; but now, since that boy broke her leg and the ’Siety killed her——”

He did not say what there was since; he just stopped talking and presently Tommy’s father said: “You do not have so much money since?”

“No, sir!” said Johnny, “and my mother has to work a heap harder, you see.”

“And you work too?”

“Some,” said John