"A dark young man who led two pugsa dark young man who led two pugs!

They were raised on "Cat Hill," and five were captured by felines, and when the remnant was brought to me they disappeared day by day in the most puzzling manner until we caught our mischievous pug, "Tiny Tim," holding down a beautiful young Leghorn with his cruel paw and biting a piece out of her neck.

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

"Sandy," the handsome setter, loathed the pug, and tried to bite his neck in a fatal way.

Somebody, they say, must own, or have owned, those pugs!

A woman, whom the servants called Trotsey, came every morning, and took the pug and me by our chains, and sometimes another dog or two, and took us for long tramps in quiet streets.