A GOOD natured poodle-dog, while trotting along the street one day, saw a friend of his, an ugly pug, lying on a doorstep looking very much dejected and out of spirits.
“Why do you look so mournful?” asked the poodle. “What has happened?”
“I feel sorry for something I’ve done,” replied the pug.
“What is it? Have you been peeping into your master’s looking-glass?”
“No, but I’ve bitten another dog.”
“Well, I suppose he took a bone away from you or snarled at you, or did something else to deserve it.”
“He did snarl at me, that’s true, but I don’t think I ought to have bitten him.”