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all that,—suffered all that for my sake?”

      “Suffered, but I liked it. And, besides, I must have done something; and there were reasons—in short, I was quite happy; no, not actually happy, but comfortable and merry. Providence gives thick hides to animals that must exist in cold climates; and to the man whom it reserves for sorrow, Providence gives a coarse, jovial temper. Then, when by a mercy I was saved from what I most disliked and dreaded, and never would have thought of but that I fancied it might be a help to you,—I mean the London stage,—and had that bad accident on the railway, how did it end? Oh! in saving you” (and Waife closed his eyes and shuddered), “in saving your destiny from what might be much worse for you, body and soul, than the worst that has happened to you with me. And so we have been thrown together; and so you have supported me; and so, when we could exist without Mr. Rugge, Providence got rid of him for us. And so we are now walking along the high road; and through yonder trees you can catch a peep of the roof under which we are about to rest for a while; and there you will learn what I have done with the Three Pounds!”

      “It is not the Spotted Boy, Grandy?”

      “No,” said Waife, sighing; “the Spotted Boy is a handsome income; but let us only trust in Providence, and I should not wonder if our new acquisition proved a monstrous—”

      “Monstrous!”

      “Piece of good fortune.”

      CHAPTER II

      The investment revealed.

      Gentleman Waife passed through a turnstile, down a narrow lane, and reached a solitary cottage. He knocked at the door; an old peasant woman opened it, and dropped him a civil courtesy. “Indeed, sir, I am glad you are come. I ‘se most afeared he be dead.”

      “Dead!” exclaimed Waife. “Oh, Sophy, if he should be dead!”

      “Who?”

      Waife did not heed the question. “What makes you think him dead?” said he, fumbling in his pockets, from which he at last produced a key. “You have not been disobeying my strict orders, and tampering with the door?”

      “Lor’ love ye, no, sir. But he made such a noise at fust—awful! And now he’s as still as a corpse. And I did peep through the keyhole, and he was stretched stark.”

      “Hunger, perhaps,” said the Comedian; “‘t is his way when he has been kept fasting much over his usual hours. Follow me, Sophy.” He put aside the woman, entered the sanded kitchen, ascended a stair that led from it; and Sophy following, stopped at a door and listened: not a sound. Timidly he unlocked the portals and crept in, when, suddenly such a rush,—such a spring, and a mass of something vehement yet soft, dingy yet whitish, whirled past the actor, and came pounce against Sophy, who therewith uttered a shriek. “Stop him, stop him, for heaven’s sake,” cried Waife. “Shut the door below,—seize him.” Downstairs, however, went the mass, and downstairs after it hobbled Waife, returning in a few moments with the recaptured and mysterious fugitive. “There,” he cried triumphantly to Sophy, who, standing against the wall with her face buried in her frock, long refused to look up,—“there,—tame as a lamb, and knows me. See!” he seated himself on the floor, and Sophy, hesitatingly opening her eyes, beheld gravely gazing at her from under a profusion of shaggy locks an enormous—

      CHAPTER III

      Denoumente!

      POODLE!

      CHAPTER IV

      Zoology in connection with history.

      “Walk to that young lady, sir,—walk, I say.” The poodle slowly rose on his hind legs, and, with an aspect inexpressibly solemn, advanced towards Sophy, who hastily receded into the room in which the creature had been confined.

      “Make a bow—no—a bow, sir; that is right: you can shake hands another time. Run down, Sophy, and ask for his dinner.”

      “Yes; that I will;” and Sophy flew down the stairs.

      The dog, still on his hind legs, stood in the centre of the floor dignified, but evidently expectant.

      “That will do; lie down and die. Die this moment, sir.” The dog stretched himself out, closed his eyes, and to all appearance gave up the ghost. “A most splendid investment,” said Waife, with enthusiasm; “and upon the whole, clog cheap. Ho! you are not to bring up his dinner; it is not you who are to make friends with the dog; it is my little girl; send her up; Sophy, Sophy!”

      “She be fritted, sir,” said the woman, holding a plate of canine comestibles; “but lauk, sir, bent he really dead?”

      “Sophy, Sophy”

      “Please let me stay here, Grandy,” said Sophy’s voice from the foot of the stairs.

      “Nonsense! it is sixteen hours since he has had a morsel to eat. And he will never bite the hand that feeds him now. Come up, I say.”

      Sophy slowly reascended, and Waife summoning the poodle to life, insisted upon the child’s feeding him. And indeed, when that act of charity was performed, the dog evinced his gratitude by a series of unsophisticated bounds and waggings of the tail, which gradually removed Sophy’s apprehensions, and laid the foundation for that intimate friendship which is the natural relation between child and dog.

      “And how did you come by him?” asked Sophy; “and is this really the—the INVESTMENT?”

      “Shut the door carefully, but see first that the woman is not listening. Lie down, sir, there, at the feet of the young lady. Good dog! How did I come by him? I will tell you. The first day we arrived at the village which we have just left I went into the tobacconist’s. While I was buying my ounce of canaster that dog entered the shop. In his mouth was a sixpence wrapped in paper. He lifted himself on his hind legs, and laid his missive on the counter. The shopwoman—you know her, Mrs. Traill—unfolded the paper and read the order. ‘Clever dog that, sir,’ said she. ‘To fetch and carry?’ said I, indifferently. ‘More than that, sir; you shall see. The order is for two penn’orth of snuff. The dog knows he is to take back fourpence. I will give him a penny short.’ So she took the sixpence and gave the dog threepence out of it. The dog shook his head and looked gravely into her face. ‘That’s all you’ll get,’ said she. The dog shook his head again, and tapped his paw once on the counter, as much as to say, ‘I’m not to be done: a penny more, if you please.’ ‘If you’ll not take that, you shall have nothing,’ said Mrs. Traill, and she took back the threepence.”

      “Dear! and what did the dog do then,—snarl or bite?” “Not so; he knew he was in his rights, and did not lower himself by showing bad temper. The dog looked quietly round, saw a basket which contained two or three pounds of candles lying in a corner for the shop boy to take to some customer; took up the basket in his mouth, and turned tail, as much as to say, ‘Tit for tat then.’ He understood, you see, what is called ‘the law of reprisals.’ ‘Come back this moment,’ cried Mrs. Traill. The dog walked out of the shop; then she ran after him, and counted the fourpence before him, on which he dropped the basket, picked up the right change, and went off demurely. ‘To whom does that poodle belong?’ said I. ‘To a poor drunken man,’ said Mrs. Traill; ‘I wish it was in better hands.’ ‘So do I, ma’am,’ answered I; ‘did he teach it?’ ‘No, it was taught by his brother, who was an old soldier, and died in his house two weeks ago. It knows a great many tricks, and is quite young. It might make a fortune as a show, sir.’ So I was thinking. I inquired the owner’s address, called on him, and found him disposed to sell the dog. But he asked L3, a sum that seemed out of the question then. Still I kept the dog in my eye; called every day to make friends with it, and ascertain its capacities. And at last, thanks to you, Sophy, I bought the dog; and what is more, as soon as I had two golden sovereigns

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