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as they did not whine, the man paid no attention to 

 their sufferings ; but the terrier soon made known 

 his wants, and the pug quickly seconded him. Then 

 the man took a bottle from his pocket and poured 

 what seemed to be milk down their throats. In 

 reality *it was milk strongly charged with whiskey. 

 The little fellows did not like it ; but when hunger 

 is fierce, what is to be done ? They swallowed it. 

 Then they grew very quiet, and blinked their eyes 

 sleepily. But in a few minutes all this changed. 

 Their eyes seemed to grow large. They stopped 

 trembling. Next they appeared more lively, so that 

 when a kindly old gentleman stopped and began 

 stroking their hair the terrier wriggled and twisted 

 like an angleworm, while the pug barked furiously. 



1 Lots of life in them,' said the man ; 4 shows 

 their breeding.' 



' Have you their pedigree ? ' inquired the old 

 gentleman. 



4 Yes, sir; raised them myself from imported dogs. 

 One of the mothers I brought from Europe.' 



The old man looked incredulous. He suspected 

 something of the real truth, which was that the 



