QUAINT. 187 



" Well, they are nice uns/^ said Jack ; " but 

 I'll show you two beauties/' pulling from his 

 pocket a little pied dog of perhaps eight pounds 

 weight. 



"Will he kill a rat ? " said my guest. 



Jack gave a smile not to be described. " I 

 dare say he'd try, sir, '^ said he; "but here's what 

 I call my wonder/' said he, pulling by the ear 

 out of the other pocket a far smaller black and 

 tan. 



"I suppose," said my friend, "it would be a 

 hard fight between him and a rat ? " 



"Werry,'^ replied Jack, with another of his 

 smiles, " and lasts a werry long time." 



" Ten minutes, perhaps ? " said my guest. 



" Not quite," replied Jack. 



" Do you want to sell him ? " 



" Why, as to that, sir, I sells anything ; every- 

 thing has its price." 



" You for one, I suppose. Jack ? " said I. 



"Why, you're not much out there, master," 

 said he, with a sly look; "that is, for anything 

 in a hordinary way." 



" What do you want for the little dog ? " said 

 my friend. 



" Only three suvs to you, sir." 



" Would he kill a rat in five minutes ? " said 

 my friend. 



"ini tell you what I'll do," replied Jack; 



