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puted. She soon learned that she was con- 

 sidered the sole property of her mistress, 

 and as a very natural result, she most de- 

 cidedly constituted herself her alert pro- 

 tector. Woe to the strange dog that in 

 Cuffy's jealous watchfulness came too near 

 her beloved mistress. Size or sex made no 

 difference. The intruder would be attacked 

 with such fury that he was glad to beat an 

 ignominious retreat, often without the 

 slightest idea why he had received such a 

 shaking. Very soon after this loving rela- 

 tionship had been established between Cuffy 

 and her mistress the affectionate creature 

 was ever striving to manifest her love. We 

 were all amused by the persistent way in 

 which she was ever constituting herself her 

 mistress's footstool. No matter whether it 

 was out for a walk in the wild woods dur- 

 ing our brief pleasant summer time, or at 

 home amidst household cares, the instant 

 Mrs. Young sat down to rest, Cuffy would 

 throw herself at her feet and in her mute 

 but eloquent w r ay, plead that her warm, 

 curly body might have the honour of being 

 her mistress's footstool. Then when the 

 meals were announced and we gathered 

 round the table, Cuffy would crawl under 



