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TATTINE
by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]

CHAPTER I
. TROUBLE NO. 1
Whether you happen to be four or five, or six, or seven, or even older
than that, no doubt you know by this time that a great many things need
to be learned in this world, everything, in fact, and never more things
than at seven. At least, so thought little Tattine, and what troubled her
the most was that some of the things seemed quite wrong, and yet no
one was able to right them. All her little life Tattine's Mother had been
setting things straight for her, drying every tear, and unravelling every
tangle, so that Tattine was pretty downhearted the day she discovered
that there were some things that were quite beyond even her Mother's
power to alter. It was on a lovely June morning that Tattine made the
first of her unwelcome discoveries. She was feeling particularly happy
too, until she made it. She was sitting up in an apple-tree, sketching,
and doing it very well. She had taken only a few drawing-lessons but
had taken to them immensely, and now with one limb of the tree for a
seat and another one for an easel, she was working away at a pretty
chime tower, that stood on a neighbor's land.
Down on the grass beneath her Betsy and Doctor were lying. Betsy was
a dear, homely red-and-white Laverack setter, and Doctor,
black-and-white and better looking, was her son. Doctor's beautiful
grandmother Tadjie was lying, alas! under the grass instead of on it, not
very far away. It was a sad day for the dog world when Tadjie left it,
for although she was very old, she was very beautiful up to the last with
a glossy silky coat, a superbly feathered tail, and with brown eyes so
soft and entreating, they fairly made you love her, whether you were
fond of dogs or no.
Well, Tattine was sketching away and was quite absorbed in it, but
Doctor, who was little more than a puppy, thought it very dull. He lay
with his head between his paws, and, without moving a muscle, rolled
his eyes round and round, now gazing up at Tattine, and then at his
mother, trying to be happy though quiet. Finally he stretched himself,

got on his feet, cocked up his ears, and came and stood in front of
Betsy, and although not a sound was heard, he said, so that Betsy
perfectly understood him, "I can't stand this any longer. If you have any
love for me do please come for a run."
Then Betsy took one long stretch and with motherly self-sacrifice
reluctantly got up, prepared to humor this lively boy of hers. Suddenly
Doctor craned his head high in the air, and gave a little sniff, and then
Betsy craned her head and sniffed. Then they