OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



smirked' at him from an opposite lap, he sat on his Ma-Ma's 

 knee and pulled a series of grimaces in return, the like of 

 which you can only find painted on Chinese screens or cast 

 in Chinese bronze. 



The ways of the new Peky are an endless source of amuse- 

 ment and joy. We tried to call her Mimosa / but, as usual 

 with the youngest of the family, she remains " Baby/ 7 

 She has a coat the colour of a ripe chestnut, which will, we 

 think, almost rival Loki's in luxuriance. Her eyes have 

 the same proportion to her face as those of a Dicky Doyle 

 fairy. She has the oddest tastes, loving among many other 

 unexpected things the flavour of tobacco. If she can get 

 hold of a pipe or a cigarette she will sit and suck it, sniffing 

 with enchantment, till one would swear she was smoking. 

 All the dogs, of course, have their coffee after lunch and 

 dinner in orthodox fashion, so there is nothing astounding 

 in her having taken to it with gusto from the very first 

 but, for her, the stronger the better ! 

 Like most Pekies, she begs and " prays " without ever 

 having had to be taught the art. She has furthermore a 

 talent quite her own that of elaborately waltzing in front 

 of you when she wants anything very particularly. 

 One of the dearest peculiarities of the breed is, as we have 

 said, the rapture of their welcome on the return of any 

 member of the family. The Master of the House is sensi- 

 tive to this attention, and is quite hurt if he misses Loki's 

 clamorous greeting. The other day "the Baby" was sent 

 into the Hall to meet him on his home-coming. No sooner 

 did he appear than she solemnly began her dance and pre- 

 ceded him as he advanced, conscientiously executing her 

 finest pas de fascination. This consists of leaping into the 

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