

152 Little Byron 



dog-seller had received the puppies that morning by 

 express from another city where they had been 

 stolen by one of his confederates. So the old man 

 passed on. 



The unnatural life which the liquored milk had 

 given the puppies soon passed away, and they began 

 to be stupid. The man was about to produce the 

 bottle a second time, when a lady stopped in front 

 of him. She looked first at one puppy, and then at 

 the other, and finally placed her hand on the head 

 of the terrier. 



The dog-seller gave the puppy a sharp pinch, 

 unseen by the lady, and this aroused the drooping 

 life in the little animal. His eyes became bright 

 again, and when the man called ' Rats ' he pricked 

 up his ears and looked around inquiringly. 



' He 's very gamy,' said the man, lifting the 

 puppy by the back of the neck, an operation which 

 causes but little pain, although it appears cruel. 

 4 He 's affectionate, too,' he continued, holding the 

 puppy up toward his beard. The little fellow 

 reached out his head as if he loved the man, but 

 the truth was the dog-seller's whiskers had been 



