ollow
their example.

When he is gone, Roger gives way to a speech of a somewhat virulent
order.

"I must say I think Gower has turned out the most insufferable puppy I
ever met," he says, an ill-subdued flash in his handsome eyes.

"Mr. Gower!" exclaims Dulce, in soft tones of wonder, and with a
somewhat mocking smile. "Why, it is only a week or two ago since you
told me he was your greatest chum or pal, or--I can't really remember at
this moment the horrid slang word you used, but I suppose its English
was 'friend.'"

"Fellows at school and fellows at college are very different from
fellows when they are grown up and launched on their own hook," says Mr.
Dare with a frown.

"What an abominably arranged sentence," says Sir Mark, with his fine
smile, coming to the rescue for the third time to-day. "I couldn't
follow it up. How many fellows were at school?--and how many at
college?--and how many were grown up? It sounds like a small army!"

At this Roger laughs, and moves away to the upper end of the room, where
Julia is sitting. Dulce shrugs her wilful little shoulders, and taking
up the huge white cat that lies on the rug at her feet, kisses it, and
tells it in an undertone that it is a "dear sweet" and a "puss of snow,"
and that all the wide world is cross and cranky, and disagreeable,
except its own lovely self.

She has just arrived at this uncomplimentary conclusion about mankind
generally, when Dicky Browne, who is standing at one of the lower
windows, says abruptly:

"I say; look at Quail and her new puppies. Who let them out?"

At this Miss Blount drops the white cat suddenly, and, cruelly
regardless of her indignant mew, rushes to catch a glimpse of the new
pups; Roger rises precipitately from his chair, on the same purpose
bent. As all the other windows are occupied, except the one nearest the
fireplace, both he and Dulce make for it together.

Quail the red setter, proud and happy, is marching past on the gravel
outside, her two sons beside her. The yellowest puppy has purloined a
bone from some unknown quarter, and is carrying it with him
triumphantly. His brother, eyeing him furtively from time to time, is
plainly filled with envy because of his good luck, and is inwardly
consumed with a desire to make the delicacy above-mentioned his own.

At length avarice conquers prudence; there is a snap, two snarls, and a
violent tussle, during which both puppies roll over and over each other
on the dam