CANINE GUARDIANS.
[TO TUE EDITOR OF TUE SPECTATOR."]
SIR.,—I am reminded by the anecdote related in the Spectator of July 15th, "A Canine Guardian," of the sagacity of a favourite Scotch terrier which was displayed some years ago. I was dressing one morning, and my bedroom-door was ajar. Standing at my dressing-table, I was surprised to see ' Fan' come up to me, frisking about, and looking eagerly into my face, whether from pleasure or not I eould.not tell. I spoke to and stroked her, but she was in. no way soothed, and she ran out of the room evidently much eltcited. In she came again, more earnestly trying to tell me what she wanted, rushing up to me and again to the door, plainly begging me to follow her, which I did, into the next room, where breakfast was laid. I at once saw what she had easily felt was out of order,—the kettle was boiling over, and the water pouring from the spout had drenched the hearth. Hence her discom- fort, and her effort to tell me of the disaster. Having brought sue on the scene, she seemed perfectly content.—I am Sir, &c., C. A. T.
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