all him to you?"
"Vy, w'en I wants 'im I shouts `Hi,' or `Hallo,' or I vistles."
"Indeed," said I, somewhat amused by the humour of the fellow; "and what
do you ask for him?"
"Fi' pun ten, an' he's dirt cheap at that," was the quick reply.
"Come, come, my man, you know the dog is not worth that."
"Not worth it, sir!" he replied, with an injured look; "I tell you he's
cheap at that. Look at his breedin', and then think of his affectionate
natur'. Is the affections to count for nuffin'?"
Admitted that the affections were worth money, though it was generally
understood that they could not be purchased, but still objected to the
price, until the man said in a confidential tone--
"Vell, come, sir, since you do express such a deal o' love for 'im, and
promise to be so good to 'im, I'll make a sacrifice and let you 'ave 'im
for three pun ten--come!"
Gave in, and walked off, with my purchase leaping joyfully at my heels.
The man chuckled a good deal after receiving the money, but I took no
notice of that at the time, though I thought a good deal about it
afterwards.
Ah! little did I think, as Dumps and I walked home that day, of the
depth of the attachment that was to spring up between us, the varied
experiences of life we were destined to have together, and the important
influence he was to exercise on my career.
Forgot to mention that my name is Mellon--John Mellon. Dumps knows my
name as well as he knows his own.
On reaching home, Dumps displayed an evidence of good breeding, which
convinced me that he could not have spent all his puppyhood in company
with the man from whom I had bought him. He wiped his feet on the
door-mat with great vigour before entering my house, and also refused to
pass in until I led the way.
"Now, Dumps," said I, seating myself on the sofa in my solitary room (I
was a bachelor at the time--a medical student, just on the point of
completing my course), "come here, and let us have a talk."
To my surprise, the doggie came promptly forward, sat down on his
hind-legs, and looked up into my face. I was touched by this display of
ready confidence. A confiding nature has always been to me powerfully
attractive, whether in child, cat, or dog. I brushed the shaggy hair
from his face in order to see his eyes. They were moist, and intensely
black. So was the point of his nose.
"You seem to be an affectionate doggie, Dumps."
A portion of hair--scarce worthy the name of
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