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and reasonably satisfied my dog needs. That 

 Jane should wish a terrier of some sort to tug 

 at her skirts and claw her lace was no more 

 than natural, and I was quite willing to buy a 

 blue blood and think nothing of the $20 or 130 

 which it might cost. We canvassed the list of 

 terriers, bull, Boston, fox, Irish, Skye, Scotch, 

 Airedale, and all, and had much to say in 

 favor of each. One day Jane said : 



" Dad, what do you think of the Russian 

 wolf-hound ? " 



" Fine as silk," said I, not seeing the trap ; 

 " the handsomest dog that runs." 



" I think so, too. I saw some beauties in the 

 Seabright kennels. Wouldn't one of them look 

 fine on the lawn ? lemon and white, and so tall 

 and silky. I saw one down there, and he wasn't 

 a year old, but his tail looked like a great white 

 ostrich feather, and it touched the ground. 

 Wouldn't it be grand to have such a dog follow 

 me when I rode. Say, Dad, why not have one ? " 



" What do you suppose a good one would 

 cost ? " 



" I don't know, but a good bit more than a 

 terrier, if they sell dogs by size. May I write 

 and find out ? " 



" There's no harm in doing that," said I, like 

 the jellyfish that I am. 



Jane wasted no time, but wrote at once, and 

 at least seventeen times each day, until the reply 

 came, she gave me such vivid accounts of the 



