CHAPTER XVI.
AMBASSADOR BILL.
One who has been somewhat neglected in the few preceding pages is my old pal, my Bill. His soul, heart, instinct, call it what you will, was undergoing severe trials.
Mamie Rose was the cause of it.
With her coming into our lives, she sowed the seed of jealousy between me and Bill.
Bill found a new joy in trotting beside my teacher at times when he should have been at my side. He seemed the proudest dog in all the world and hardly deigned to notice me.
This I resented.
On the other hand, at times when Mamie Rose and I would sit close together, Bill could not rest until, with all his mighty prowess, he had squirmed himself between us.
For a long time he did not know whom of his two friends he should love the best. But, with coming weeks and months, he decided to share his affection evenly, and then we understood one another's feelings and respected our relative positions.
Would that I could take a peep into Bill's doggish brain and read the memory of those heavenly days!