man's name. He served many years
in the French army, but was retired after the siege of Strasburg. The
clerk told me that it was there that the Major lost his arm, and received
his country's medal for some act of bravery. He is well known here in
Geneva, where he comes every summer for a few weeks."

"Oh, I hope I'll see the war dog!" cried the Little Colonel. "What do you
suppose his name is?"

The waiter, who was changing their plates, could not resist this
temptation to show off the little English he knew. "Hes name is _Hero_,
mademoiselle," he answered. "He vair smart dog. He know _evair_ sing
somebody say to him, same as a person."

"You'll probably see him as we go out to the carriage," said Mr. Sherman.
"He follows the Major constantly."

As soon as breakfast was over, Mrs. Sherman went up to her room for her
hat. Lloyd, who had worn hers down to breakfast, wandered out into the
hall to wait for her. There was a tall, carved chair standing near the
elevator, and Lloyd climbed into it. To her great confusion, something
inside of it gave a loud click as she seated herself, and began to play.
It played so loudly that Lloyd was both startled and embarrassed. It
seemed to her that every one in the hotel must hear the noise, and know
that she had started it.

"Silly old thing!" she muttered, as with a very red face she slipped down
and walked hurriedly away. She intended to go into the reading-room, but
in her confusion turned to the left instead of the right, and ran against
some one coming out of the hotel office. It was the Major.

"Oh, I beg your pahdon!" she cried, blushing still more. From the twinkle
in his eye she was sure that he had witnessed her mortifying encounter
with the musical chair. But his first words made her forget her
embarrassment. He spoke in the best of English, but with a slight accent
that Lloyd thought very odd and charming.

"Ah, it is Mr. Sherman's little daughter. He told me last night that you
had come to Switzerland because it was a land of heroes, and he was sure
that you would be especially interested in mine. So come, Hero, my brave
fellow, and be presented to the little American lady. Give her your paw,
sir!"

He stepped aside to let the great creature past him, and Lloyd uttered an
exclamation of delight, he was so unusually large and beautiful. His curly
coat of tawny yellow was as soft as silk, and a great ruff of white
circled his neck like a collar. His breast was whit