OUR DICK. 17 



sitting magistrates could agree on an 

 opinion. 



Dick was fetched to our house from the 

 Pound by a friend, to whom we had con- 

 fided our desire for a good dog. From 

 that quarter, he told us, he had supplied 

 his own wants in this kind, and he offered 

 to make an effort on our behalf. Thus it 

 was that we secured the subject of this 

 story, now some ten years ago, at an ex- 

 pense of two bright silver dollars. 



When the little fellow was brought to 

 our door he had the appearance of a dog 

 that had been making not one, but many 

 nights of it. This side of Constantinople 

 one could hardly find such a shabby- 

 looking doggie. Directly he was let into 

 the hall, his first movement was to sit up 

 before our good Marie, who had opened 

 the door, and extend his small right paw 



