CHAPTER VI. 



''You Avere asking, old friend, about my puppy. I 

 hope she will do. The puppy grows and is getting 

 full of mischief; but somebody says she hopes I shall 

 not complain of the dressmaker's bill, as there are 

 many rents in the youngsters' frocks ; and as to sponges, 

 brushes, and stable-leathers, I won't say where they go 

 to ; but still she is a nice puppy, and if she is only 

 put forward, and I should see her recovering a line, or 

 making out a cold scent by and by, why, all the rest 

 will be forgotten. And then they are such sensible 

 animals, and never forget you/' 



" Well, sir, I do always like to see a hound pupj^y 

 or two about, it shows there is a gentleman in the place, 

 and that's something. Why, sir, I remember a Mr. 

 Stone, as were a clergyman, and he lived at Ellsworth, 

 and a very good kind o' man he were, and lie always 

 walked a puppy ; and there were several farmers, as 



