TO THE MEMORY OF SQUOUNCER 341 



with a delicious mess enough to warm the heart of any 

 dog. And not only his heart : for if you had once looked 

 at Squouncer going to his dinner, you would have had no 

 difficulty in understanding the expression ' your eyes starting 





out of your head.' Well, Squouncer dashed straight at his 

 plate — the higgest you may be sure, and the fullest — and 

 gobbled up the contents so fast, and with such a disgusting 

 noise, that the tin plate performed a kind of dance all 



