DASH AND HIS FRIEND

One afternoon a violent storm raged, and the thunder crashed with terrific violence. Poor Dash had vainly tried to break loose from his chain and come indoors, and he was whining with fear. Suddenly the little white cat was seen picking her way across the wet yard, and going to the kennel she calmly seated herself in the doorway, while Dash retreated inside. He ceased whining, apparently content now that he had a companion; and Snow kept her place until the storm was over, when she came indoors. Strange to say, all the time we had her she always, in a thunder-storm, went to Dash's kennel, and he was always quiet if she sat there.