TINY'S TRICKS AND TOBY'S TRICKS.
TINY.
"Oh Toby, my dear old Toby, you portly and princely Pug!
"You know it's bad for you to lie in the fender:—Father says that's what makes you so fat—and I want you to come and sit with me on the Kurdistan rug.
"Put your lovely black nose in my lap, and I'll count your great velvet wrinkles, and comfort you with kisses.
"If you'll only keep out of the fender—Father says you'll have a fit if you don't!—and give good advice to your poor Little Missis.
"Father says you are the wisest creature he knows, and you are but eight years old, and three months ago I was six.
"And yet mother says I'm the silliest little girl that she ever met with, because I am always picking up tricks.
"She does not know where I learnt to stand on one leg (unless it was from a goose), but it has made one of my shoulders stick out more than the other.
