150 Little Byron 



The puppy under the man's left arm was easily 

 recognizable as a Scotch terrier. He too was chilled 

 by the cold, but his bright and restless little eyes 

 took note of everything around him, and cast appeal- 

 ing glances at the passers-by. A red ribbon was 

 around his neck, but it was plain he did not like it 

 and could not understand its use. Every little while 

 he would raise a pudgy paw and try to work the 

 ribbon off; but a shake from the man's rough hand 

 would cause him to be more quiet. 



The man spoke not a word to the passers-by, 

 but took care to keep the puppies plainly in sight, 

 showing their points of beauty to the best advantage. 

 And so hour after hour passed. Occasionally a lady 

 would stop to admire the little creatures. They 

 usually looked up in her face, blinking their eyes, and 

 snuffing timidly to see if she were a friend. Again, 

 a messenger boy, on his way to deliver an important 

 note, would stop and gaze at the puppies, and try to 

 talk to the seller. Usually the attempt was not suc- 

 cessful ; and so the boy would be compelled to find 

 amusement elsewhere along his route. 



After a time the puppies grew hungry. As long 



