"Please, Frank, take off my collar. I'm a soldier's dog, and not used to such things, you know."
But Frank thought the collar a great improvement, and told Tony she must get used to it, if she expected to live in genteel society.
By and by, Mrs. Colvin basted into the neck of the coat a white frill, which had no starch in it. Tony was so much pleased at this, that she began at once to lick the lady's hand, and ever after considered her a good friend.
[CHAPTER II.]
FRANK AND TONY.
AFTER Colonel Jameson had stayed a month or so at the cottage, and told his new friends all about the great battles in which he had fought, he went to the city to find employment. Tony, of course, went with him; and then poor Frankie was so lonesome that he had two or three hearty cries for his pet.
Mrs. Colvin told her husband she would try and find a dog for Frank, he took so much comfort with Tony.
One day they went to the city, when, on calling at a friend's house, there sat Colonel Jameson with his favorite in his lap.
Every one could see that the love was not all on Frankie's side, for Tony seemed almost out of her wits with joy. She jumped up and down, giving short, joyful barks, and then stopping a moment to lick his hands and kiss his face.
Frankie was delighted, and mother had to remind him twice that he had not spoken to the lady of the house, before he noticed that any one else was present.