“‘Scray! Scray! Scray—ay—ay!’
“Well, no more at present, Dick my darling. I never tried to pull your tail off, did I? I don’t think I have done very much harm in this world, and I never say naughty words, so, perhaps, when my hundred years are over, and my body drops off the perch, my soul will go into something very nice indeed.
“Ha! ha! ha!
“Scray! Scray!! Scray!!!
“Poor Polly.”
IV.
From Hurricane Bob to his Kennel-Mate Eily.
“You said in your last, dear Eily, that you wanted to know how I enjoyed my gipsy life, and the answer is, ‘out and out,’ or rather, ‘out and in,’ outside the caravan and inside the caravan. If there be a happier dog than myself in all the kingdom of kenneldom, let him come right up and show himself, and the probability is we’ll fight about it right away.
“Well, you see, I don’t take many notes by the way, but I notice everything for all that.
“First thing in the morning I have my breakfast and a trot out.