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BIZZ AND HER FOES. 
[Nature and Art, March 1, 1867. 
But the creature so perfectly understood my words, 
that if I said “ drive,” though several hours had 
elapsed, she would spring up when my task was 
done, and, instead of rushing out, would wait 
patiently until the brougham came round, to take j 
her place in her own comer. If I had promised 
her “ a walk,” she would cry at the hall-door until 
it was opened, then leap and spring over the lawn, 
as greyhounds only can leap and spring, — never 
losing sight of the door out of which she knew I 
should come. 
Folly and Jessy were lovely to look at, ex- 
quisitely formed, with large, luminous hazel eyes. 
Ninon was larger, of the colour which is called 
“blue:” she treated these two favourites with great 
kindness and consideration, but never with the 
respect she manifested for a dear wise dog named 
Bose : in fact, she considered the two little grey- 
hounds what poor cook would have called “ born 
naturals.” They received strangers with the same 
wild demonstrations of jov they bestowed on their 
friends ; it was impossible to teach them any tricks, 
or induce them to notice any sound — except the 
dinner-bell ; and I really think the only affection 
they felt was for chicken bones. The great 
honest Cochin-China cock craned his long neck at 
Folly’s senseless gambols, and a grey bantam always 
drove Jessy screaming away from the wire-work that 
exactly alike, yet two were fools, and one was 
wise. 
Ninon was such a noble creature that she was 
never displeased at any amount of caresses 
bestowed on her relatives ; but she would not 
suffer them to accompany us in our road walk. 
The garden and the meadow — yes, — but not the 
road : she would look at me, and whine, and then 
drive them home. She knew as well as I did that 
they would spoil our walk, and that we could not 
enjoy anything, if we had to keep a perpetual 
watch on Folly’s and Jessy’s movements. There 
was a time when Ninon did not object to their 
company in a drive; but once Jessy sprang out of 
the window, and, being much hurt, yelled and 
screamed in my lap all the way home. I do not 
know what was Ninon’s opinion of the accident, 
but she held down her head and looked ashamed 
and distressed, and she never would take another 
drive with Jessy. If Jessy went in, she went 
out ; her resolution was made, and she adhered to 
it. 
Besides being the most consistent of dogs, she 
was so honest ! She would neither thieve, nor' 
suffer others to do so. It was grand fun to set her to 
watch the breakfast table. J essyand Folly, Mouton 
and Mince (the latter, two unprincipled Angora 
cats) were ever on the qui vive to steal what they 
protected him and his glossy wives from intrusion, 
and through which that silly dog twenty times a 
day would endeavour to poke her nose. Now these 
three greyhounds lmd been educated and treated 
could ; — as to Jessy and Folly, they would devour 
anything from cats’ meat to candles. So sometimes 
putting Ninon as sentry and “on honour,” I 
watched the proceedings from outside. First came 
