THE LITTLE RED DOG 241 
him over the turf. Away he would go, performing 
a wide circuit, then, doubling back, would fly to 
her for safety. She, stooping and holding out her 
hands to him, would wait his coming, and at the 
end, with one flying leap, he would land himself 
in her arms, almost capsizing her with the force 
of the impact, and from that refuge look back 
reproachfully at us. 
The cunning little ways of the small red dog 
were learned later when I came to know him in 
the city of Buenos Ayres. Loitering at the water- 
side one day, I became aware of an animal of this 
kind following me, and no sooner did he catch my 
eye than he came up, wagging, wriggling, and 
grinning, smiling, so to speak, all over his body; 
and I, thinking he had lost home and friends and 
touched by his appeal, allowed him to follow me 
through the streets to the house of relations where 
I was staying. I told them I intended keeping 
the outcast awhile to see what could be done with 
him, My friends did not welcome him warmly, 
and they even made some disparaging remarks 
about little red dogs in general; but they gave 
him his dinner—a big plateful of meat—which he 
devoured greedily, and then, very much at home, 
he stretched himself out on the hearth-rug and 
went fast asleep. When he woke an hour later he 
jumped up and ran to the hall, and, finding the 
street-door closed, made a great row, howling and 
scratching at the panels. I hurried out and opened 
the door, and out and off he went, without so 
