hat the
people would shout "mad dog" at her and stone her. Water's so good that
I don't blame the men-folks for locking it up inside their houses; but
when the hot days come, I think they might remember that those are the
dog-days, and leave a little water outside in a trough, like they do for
the horses. Then we wouldn't go mad, and the policemen wouldn't shoot
us. I had so much of everything I wanted that it made me think a lot of
the days when I hadn't nothing, and if I could have given what I had to
mother, as she used to share with me, I'd have been the happiest dog in
the land. Not that I wasn't happy then, and most grateful to the Master,
too, and if I'd only minded him, the trouble wouldn't have come again.

But one day the coachman says that the little lady they called Miss
Dorothy had come back from school, and that same morning she runs over
to the stables to pat her ponies, and she sees me.

"Oh, what a nice little, white little dog!" said she. "Whose little dog
are you?" says she.

"That's my dog, miss," says the Master. "'Is name is Kid." And I ran up
to her most polite, and licks her fingers, for I never see so pretty and
kind a lady.

"You must come with me and call on my new puppies," says she, picking me
up in her arms and starting off with me.

"Oh, but please, miss," cries Nolan, "Mr. Wyndham give orders that the
Kid's not to go to the kennels."

"That'll be all right," says the little lady; "they're my kennels too.
And the puppies will like to play with him."

You wouldn't believe me if I was to tell you of the style of them
quality-dogs. If I hadn't seen it myself I wouldn't have believed it
neither. The Viceroy of Canada don't live no better. There was forty of
them, but each one had his own house and a yard--most exclusive--and a
cot and a drinking-basin all to hisself. They had servants standing
round waiting to feed 'em when they was hungry, and valets to wash 'em;
and they had their hair combed and brushed like the grooms must when
they go out on the box. Even the puppies had overcoats with their names
on 'em in blue letters, and the name of each of those they called
champions was painted up fine over his front door just like it was a
public house or a veterinary's. They were the biggest St. Bernards I
ever did see. I could have walked under them if they'd have let me. But
they were very proud and haughty dogs, and looked only once at me, and
then sniffed in the air. The little lady's