r on which I can offer no opinion. If my opinion had been asked, I
should have said that I thought it more suitable for her to have a heavy
middle-aged dog of good manners than a harum-scarum young stripling like
Trap. Trap told me afterwards that he thought the reason he was taken
was because Miss Daisy would have had more to pay for the dog-ticket of
such a heavy dog as I am; but I can't believe that dogs are charged for
by the weight, like butter. As I was saying, Miss Daisy took Trap with
her, and also her father and mother; and Tinker and I were left to take
care of the servants. We had a very agreeable time, though I confess
that I missed Miss Daisy more than I would have believed possible. But
there was more to eat in the kitchen than usual, and the servants often
left things on the table when they went out to take in the milk or to
chat with the gardeners; and if people leave things on tables, they have
only themselves to thank for whatever happens.

There was a young man who wore a fur cap, and who used to call with
fish; and I was more surprised than I care to own when I met him walking
out with cook one Sunday afternoon, for I thought she had a soul above
fish; yet when the servants began to ask this young man to tea in the
kitchen, I thought, of course, it must be all right, but Tinker would do
nothing but growl the whole time the young man was there; so that at
last cook had to lock us up in the butler's pantry till the young man
was gone. _I_ had not growled, but I was locked in too. The world is
full of injustice and ingratitude.

Now one night, when the servants went to bed, Tinker and I lay down in
our baskets under the hall table as usual; but Tinker was dreadfully
restless, which must have been only an accident, because he said himself
he didn't know what was the matter with him; and he would not go to
sleep, but kept walking up and down as if he were going to hide a bone
and couldn't find a good place for it.

"Do lie down, for goodness' sake, Tinker," I said, "and go to sleep. Any
one can see you have not been brought up in a house where regular hours
are kept."

"I can't go to sleep; I don't know what's the matter with me," he said
gloomily.

Well, I tried to go to sleep myself, and I think I must almost have
dropped off, when I heard a scrape-scraping from the butler's pantry. I
wasn't going to bark. It wasn't my business. I have often heard Miss
Daisy's relations say that I was no house-dog.