ood, and a good many kicks sometimes,' he answered.

"`Poor dog!' I exclaimed, for my heart was filled with pity for him,
and I no longer thought his an attractive life. `Why don't you run
away?'

"Bob grinned. `I'm not so stupid as that,' he replied. `Dogs that run
away come to bad ends. Besides, I'm happy enough. I get a holiday
sometimes, and a walk in the park, and on Sunday I can do what I like.'

"`Dear me!' I exclaimed languidly. `What a dreadful life! Now, _I_
have nothing to do but to please myself every day in the week, and as
for the park, I go there so often I'm perfectly sick of it.'

"`Do you get your Sundays out?' asked Bob.

"I hesitated. `This is really my first Sunday out,' I replied at
length, `but I intend in future--'

"`What's your name?' rudely interrupted Bob.

"He certainly had no manners at all, but what could you expect from a
dog of low degree?

"`My name,' I replied, holding up my head with a slight sniff of
disdain, `is--Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough!'

"I had no time to notice the effect of these words, for they were hardly
out of my mouth when I felt myself seized by a large hand, lifted into
the air, and thrust into someone's coat pocket. From this humiliating
position I heard the voice of the man washing the cart:--

"`That _your_ dorg?' And someone answered, `It belongs to the lady.'

"You may judge, my dear mistress, how frightened I felt. Here was a
sudden end to my freedom! Imprisoned in a strange man's pocket, from
which escape was impossible, nearly stifled with the smell of tobacco,
and filled with dread as to what would happen next. I managed to
wriggle my head out of the corner, but saw at once that it would be
useless to think of jumping out, the distance from the ground being far
too great. I remained still therefore, and as the man walked out of the
yard had a faint hope that he knew where I lived and was taking me home.
Alas! I was soon disappointed. He turned down a mews, went into a
house I had never seen before, up some narrow stairs without any carpet,
and entered a room where there sat a large fat man in his shirt sleeves,
smoking and reading a newspaper. I was placed trembling on the table by
his side, and he took the pipe out of his mouth and turned his head to
look at me.

"`Nice little sort of a fancy dorg,' he said at last. `What they call a
"Blennum".'

"`Strayed into the yard,' said the man who had picked me up. `I'm going
to