112 OUR DOGS. 



Any one who should have seen Prince s air when he had a 

 point to carry, would understand why quiet obstinacy is 

 called doggedness. 



The female members of the family, seeing that two dogs 

 had gained admission to the circle, had cast their eyes ad 

 miringly on a charming little Italian greyhound, that was 

 living in doleful captivity at a dog-fancier s in Boston, and 

 resolved to set him free and have him for their own. Ac 

 cordingly they returned one day in triumph, with him in 

 their arms, a fair, delicate creature, white as snow, except 

 one mouse-colored ear. He was received with enthusiasm, 

 and christened Giglio ; the honors of his first bath and 

 toilette were performed by Mademoiselles the young ladies 

 on their knees, as if he had been in reality young Prince 

 Giglio from fairy-land. 



Of all beautiful shapes in dog form, never was there one 

 more perfect than this. His hair shone like spun glass, 

 and his skin was as fine and pink as that of a baby ; his 

 paws and ears were translucent like fine china, and he had 

 great, soft, tremulous dark eyes ; his every movement seemed 

 more graceful than the last. Whether running or leaping, 

 or sitting in graceful attitudes on the parlor table among 

 the ladies embroidery-frames, with a great rose-colored bow 

 under his throat, he was alike a thing of beauty, and his 

 beauty alone won all hearts to him. 



When the papa first learned that a third dog had been 



