So they all called in chorus,—Fido and the other honest friends.
"Fido," said Abner, remembering it all, as the years came back.
Fido knew that, for there were caresses in every stroke of the dimpled hands.
As for Fido, he sat on the front porch and watched the people moving in.
So then and there began the friendship of Fido and the little boy.
One morning in May Fido ...