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school, and for a long time we suffered some incon- 

 venience by his refusal to allow the postman to deliver 

 the letters. It is fair to say that this trait in his char- 

 acter had its uses. No tramp ever thought it worth his 

 while to repeat a visit after an interview with Fore- 

 man. One day I came up from the garden, hearing 

 Foreman's voice raised in tones of unmistakable fury, 

 and found him at the hall-door springing up at a side- 

 car on which was seated a very voluble gentleman 

 possessing a decidedly Jewish type of countenance. 

 " Call hoff your offul tog," he cried ; " I haf some 

 beeyootifle Indian coots to show ! " " But we don't 

 want any, thanks ! " I replied. " But I want to show 

 to ze ladies in ze 'owse ; let me joost get into ze 'owse." 

 I requested him, however, to settle that point with 

 Foreman, and he soon after departed in great wrath, I 

 having retired chuckling in the comfortable certainty 

 that Foreman would save me a dollar or two. 



Shall I ever forget Rainbow and her devoted affec- 

 tion for the cook, who in turn grew fondly attached 

 to her? Rainbow became a standing joke with us 

 all ; she grew so very like Leech's picture of Mr. 

 Jogglebury Crowdey's " Ponto," as depicted, showing 

 "frantic delight," in the pages of Soapey Sponge. Out 

 of all shape she grew, and was more like a prize pig 

 than a puppy when she ^vent back to Ballydarton ; 

 so that when I got a letter from the Master thanking 

 me for " the beautiful bitch " I had reared, 1 fully 

 thought he meant it in chaff. He could see her 

 merits, though, even through the folds of fat ; and 

 when I went to look at the entry, I found great 

 difficulty in recognising Rainbow. She turned out 



