eye anxiously on his master, and was perpetually 

 starting upon his hind legs when there was no 

 occasion, and falling down again. 



" I've got a animal here," said Jerry, putting 

 his hand into the capacious pocket of his coat, 

 and diving into one corner as if he were feeling 

 for a small orange or an apple or some such 

 article, " a animal here, wot I think you know 

 something of, Short." 



" Ah ! " cried Short, " let's have a look at him." 



" Here he is," said Jerry, producing a little 

 terrier from his pocket. " He was once a Toby 

 of yours, warn't he ? " 



In some versions of the great drama of Punch 

 there is a small dog — a modern innovation — 

 supposed to be the private property of that 

 gentleman, whose name is always Toby. This 

 Toby has been stolen in youth from another 

 gentleman, and fraudulently sold to the confiding 

 hero, who having no guile himself has no suspicion 

 that it lurks in others ; but Toby, entertaining a 

 grateful recollection of his old master, and scorn- 

 ing to attach himself to any new patrons, not 

 only refuses to smoke a pipe at the bidding of 

 Punch, but to mark his old fidelity more strongly, 

 seizes him by the nose and wrings the same with 

 violence, at which instance of canine attachment 

 the spectators are deeply affected. This was the 

 character which the little terrier in question had 



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