FRANKIE'S DOG TONY.
[CHAPTER I.]
THE SOLDIER'S DOG.
DID you ever see a dog with a coat on? I am going to tell you about one who was a great traveller. I think you will say it was a remarkable dog, and will not be surprised that Frank was very proud of her.
But first I must tell you who Frank was, and where he lived.
In the beautiful village of W—, a few miles from the city of Boston, there was a lovely cottage almost covered with woodbine, which had been trained over the walls. In this cottage lived Mr. and Mrs. Colvin, with their two sons, Edward and Frank.
Mr. Colvin had been a sea-captain, and in one of his voyages, he brought home an English officer, who had been wounded in the battle before Sebastopol. This gentleman, whose name was Jameson, had a little dog Tony, who was greatly attached to him. They ate together and slept together, and wherever Colonel Jameson was, whether walking the deck or sitting near the helmsman, or standing in the door of the captain's office, there you would see Tony, also.
One day the captain said,—
"Colonel Jameson, you seem very fond of your dog."
"Yes, sir," the gentleman answered, "and if you have time, I will tell you where I found her."