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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III THE FLANTON DOG returned to the play box by the and rummaged for a few minutes among ] the tangled toys. Then with something like a chuckle she drew out a soft, pale creature with four wobbly legs. " The Flanton Dog ! " she said. " Well, I vow ! I had forgotten all about him. It was Tom who coined the name for him because he was made of Canton flannel." She stood the thing up on the table as well as his weak legs would allow, and inspected him critically. He certainly was a forlorn specimen. One of the black beads which had served him for eyes was gone. His ears, which had originally stood up saucily on his head, now drooped in limp dejection. One of them was a mere shapeless rag hanging by a thread. He was dirty and discolored, and his tail was gone. But still he smiled with his red-thread mouth and seemed trying to make the best of things. " What a nightmare!" said Miss Terry contemptuously. " I know there is n't a child in the city who wants such a looking thing. Why, even the Animal Rescue folks would give the boys a' free shot' at that. This isn't going to bring out any Christmas spirit," she sneered. "I will try it and see." Once more she lifted the window and tossed the dog to the sidewalk. He rolled upon his back and lay pathetically with crooked legs yearning upward, still smiling. Hardly had Miss Terry time to conceal herself behind the curtain when she saw a figure approaching, airily waving a stick. "No ragamuffin this time," she said. "Hello! It is that good-for-nothing young Cooper fellow from the next block. They say he is a millionaire. Well, he is n't even going to see the Flanton Dog." The young man came swinging along, debonairly; he was whistling under his breath. He was a dapper figure in a long coat and a silk hat, un...