A DOG-STORY.
[To TEE EDITOR Or TEE "SPECTATOR."]
SIB,—One morning, not long ago, my sister went to see a friend, who lived a mile or so from the rectory, taking with her our little brown cocker-spaniel. When she left she quite forgot the dog, and, as soon as our friends discovered him, they did all they could to make him leave, but with no avail. Some hours passed, and he was still there, so they telephoned to let us know his whereabouts. " Bring him to the tele- phone," said my sister. One of the boys held him, while another put the trumpet to the dog's ear. Then my sister whistled, and called, " Come home at once, Paddy." Immedi- ately he wriggled out of the boy's arms, rushed at the door, barking to get out, and shortly afterwards arrived panting at the rectory. This is what might be called a modern dog- story, is it not ?—I am, Sir, &c.,
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