So they all called in chorus,—Fido and the other honest friends.
"Fido," said Abner, remembering it all, as the years came back.
One morning in May Fido sat on the front porch, and he was deep in thought.
As for Fido, he sat on the front porch and watched the people moving in.
Fido knew that, for there were caresses in every stroke of the dimpled hands.
So then and there began the friendship of Fido and the little boy.
"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, old Mr. Woodchuck," said Fido.
Mamma, why can't I have a collar for Fido, like that on Charley's dog?
Fido, with burning eyes and distended jaws, ran and yelped as if he were mad.
I think if the hawk had come then, Fido would have been more than a match for him.