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and reasonably satisfied my dog needs. That 
Jane should wish a terrier of some sort to tug 
at her skirts and claw her lace was no more 
than natural, and I was quite willing to buy a 
blue blood and think nothing of the $20 or $30 
which it might cost. We canvassed the list of 
terriers, — bull, Boston, fox, Irish, Skye, Scotch, 
Airedale, and all,—and had much to say in 
favor of each. One day Jane said : — | 
“Dad, what do you think of the Russian 
wolf-hound ? ” 
“Fine as silk,” said I, not seeing the trap; 
“the handsomest dog that runs.” 
«I think so, too. I saw some beauties in the 
Seabright kennels. Wouldn’t one of them look 
fine on the lawn ?— lemon and white, and so tall 
and silky. I saw one down there, and he wasn’t 
a year old, but his tail looked like a great white 
ostrich feather, and it touched the ground. 
Wouldn’t it be grand to have such a dog follow 
me when I rode. Say, Dad, why not have one?” 
« What do you suppose a good one would 
cost ?”’ 
«“T don’t know, but a good bit more than a 
terrier, if they sell dogs by size. May I write 
and find out ?” 
« There’s no harm in doing that,” said I, like 
_ the jellyfish that I am. 
Jane wasted no time, but wrote at once, and 
_ at least seventeen times each day, until the reply 
- came, she gave me such vivid accounts of the 
