It relates, of course to the young man whom Mrs. Perrigo told us ofthe young man who led pugs in Kensington Gardens.

She tore off the new hat and Sunday things savagely; put on her old chocolate-colored morning-dress, with a grim satisfaction in making herself as ugly as possible; pulled down the ribboned chignon which she had braided, singing, half an hour ago (her own, that chignon); screwed her hair under a net into the most unbecoming little pug of which it was capable, and went drearily down stairs.

"Why, thisif that young fellow who led pugs about, and talked to Mamselle Lisette in Kensington Gardens, is another of the cat's paws that this gang evidently made use of, I should say that when the gang sees he's being searched for, they'll out him, just as they outed her and Lydenberg.

You realise that you're a professional pug from this onwards, and that if ever you fight again" "I'll never fight again.

It is the exception to find a fawn Pug with any trace at all now.