ourself, Patsy
Grogan?' 'I guess you don't know who I am,' says he. That's the way they
always say, Uncle Teddy, to make a fellow think they're some awful great
fighters. So says I again, 'Well, you put down that dog, or I'll show
you who I am'; and when he held on, I let him have. Then he dropped the
pup, and as I stooped to pick it up he gave me one on the bugle."

"_Bugle_! Oh! oh! oh!"

"The rest pitched in to help him; but I grabbed the pup, and while I was
trying to give as good as I got,--only a fellow can't do it well with
only one hand, Uncle Teddy,--up came a policeman, and the whole crowd
ran away. So I got the dog safe, and here he is!"

With that Billy set down his "ki-oodle," bid farewell to every fear, and
wiped his bleeding nose. The unhappy beast slunk back between the legs
of his preserver and followed him out of the room, as Lu, with an
expression of maternal despair, bore him away for the correction of his
dilapidated raiment and depraved associations. I felt such sincere pride
in this young Mazzini of the dog-nation, that I was vexed at Lu for
bestowing on him reproof instead of congratulation; but she was not the
only conservative who fails to see a good cause and a heroic heart
under a bloody nose and torn jacket. I resolved that if Billy was
punished he should have his recompense before long in an extra holiday
at Barnum's or the Hippotheatron.

You already have some idea of my other nephew, if you have noticed that
none of us, not even that habitual disrespecter of dignities, Billy,
ever called him Dan. It would have seemed as incongruous as to call
Billy William. He was one of those youths who never gave their parents a
moment's uneasiness; who never had to have their wills broken, and never
forget to put on their rubbers or take an umbrella. In boyhood he was
intended for a missionary. Had it been possible for him to go to
Greenland's icy mountains without catching cold, or India's coral
strand, without getting bilious, his parents would have carried out
their pleasing dream of contributing him to the world's evangelization.
Lu and Mr. Lovegrove had no doubt that he would have been greatly
blessed if he could have stood it....

Both she and his father always encouraged old manners in him. I think
they took such pride in raising a peculiarly pale boy as a gardener
does in getting a nice blanch on his celery, and so long as he was not
absolutely sick, the graver he was the better. He was a