"I daresay you could play with it, like Kitty, when you were a pup, but it must be a long time now since you've seen it.
"It's rather rude of you, Mr. Pug, to lie down with your back to me, and a grunt, but I know you don't mean it.
"I wanted to hug you, Toby, because I do thank you for giving me such good advice, and I know every word of it's true.
"I mean to try hard to follow it, and I'll tell you what I shall do.
"Nurse wants to put bitter stuff on the tips of my fingers, to cure me of biting them, and now I think I shall let her.
"I know they're not fit to be seen, but she says they would soon become better.
"I mean to keep my hands behind my back a good deal till they're well, and to hold my head up, and turn out my toes; and every time I give way to one of my tricks, I shall go and stand (on both legs) before the picture, and confess it to great-great-grand-mamma.
"Just fancy if I've no tricks left this time next year, Toby! Won't that show how clever we are?
"I for trying so hard to do what I'm told, and you for being so wise that people will say—'That sensible pug cured that silly little girl when not even her mother could mend her.'
"——Ah! Bad Dog! Where are you slinking off to?—Oh, Toby, darling! do, do take a little of your own good advice, and try to cure yourself of lying in the fender!"