228 DOG STORIES 



A DOG STORY. 



\yune i, 1895.] 



PERHAPS you will allow me to add another 

 to your interesting list of dog- stories. In a 

 house where I once boarded there was a 

 large and remarkably sagacious St. Bernard 

 mastiff, who used to come into my sitting- 

 room and give me his company at dinner, 

 sitting on the floor beside my chair, with his 

 head on a level with the plates. His master, 

 however, fearing that he was being over-fed, 

 gave strict injunctions that this practice 

 should no longer be permitted. On the first 

 day of the prohibition the dog lay and sulked 

 in the kitchen ; but on the second day, when 

 the landlady brought in the dishes, he stole 

 in noiselessly close behind her, and while for 

 the moment she bent over the table, he 

 slipped promptly beneath it, and waited. 

 No sooner had she retired than he emerged 

 from his hiding-place, sat down in his usual 

 position, and winked in my face with a look 

 which seemed to say, ''Haven't I done her!" 

 In due course, the good woman came to 



