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him, was relieved to think M'liat he had escaped. 

 Whankey was duly covered up with my cloak and 

 lay as usual perfectly quiet till there was a change 

 in the occupants of the far corner of the carriage, 

 where a lady took her place and was soon buried 

 in a book. Whankey now became very restless 

 and at last began growling angrily, till my op- 

 posite neighbour asked anxiously if she was 

 savage. I was quite at a loss to know what was 

 the matter, and tried in vain to quiet Whankey. 

 She became more and more excited, and I found 

 she was directing her attentions to the lady in 

 the far corner. When at last Whankey began 

 struggling to get off my lap every one became 

 alarmed, and the lady, putting down her book 

 and lifting her wrap, showed me a small toy 

 terrier curled up beneath it. "I think," she said, 

 "your dog must have discovered mine." I was 

 relieved to find that Whankey, feeling she had 

 done her duty in telling me of the presence of the 

 other dog, immediately settled down quietly for 

 the rest of the journey, and to judge from the 

 looks of the other passengers, they were no less 

 relieved to find that she was not going mad. 



Bugle, a daughter of Whankey's, was a tiny 

 terrier which, though only weighing 12 lb., was 

 very strongly built. Like her mother, she was 

 a rare water-dog, and I have seen them both dive 

 and swim like otters. The mother and daughter 

 were very clever at mouse-hunting by lamplight ; 

 and at a time when the barn was overrun by mice. 



