OUR DICK. 53 



and tender years. Last year, being in a 

 lovely resort in Southern California, some 

 kind friends invited us one evening to 

 dinner, urging also the company of our 

 traveling companion. As it happened, 

 our entertainers had also an esteemed 

 canine friend, whom they adorned with 

 best collar and bright ribbon in honor 

 of the feast. Our doubts and fears came 

 thick upon us as we neared our des- 

 tination. We hoped that Dick would 

 conceal his private griefs, and deport 

 himself as befitted the occasion, but he 

 seemed to scent a quarrel in the air. 



When, upon entering the house of our 

 kind host, our four-footed tourist caught 

 sight of the well-cared-for little dog, with 

 whom it was expected he would make 

 merry, he at once put on his war paint, 

 and made ready to give him a severe 



