Mrs. O.—"It was his right hand hind leg. Jump down, François dear, and show the ladies what a cruel limp you've got yet."
François demurred, but being coaxed and delivered gently upon the floor, he performed very satisfactorily, with his "right hand hind leg" in the air. All were affected—even Laura—but hers was an affection of the stomach. The country-bred girl had not suspected that the little whining ten-ounce black and tan reptile, clad in a red embroidered pigmy blanket and reposing in Mrs. Oreillé's lap all through the visit was the individual whose sufferings had been stirring the dormant generosities of her nature. She said:
"Poor little creature! You might have lost him!"
Mrs. O.—"O pray don't mention it, Miss Hawkins—it gives me such a turn!"
Laura—"And Hildebrand and Percy—are they—are they like this one?"
Mrs. G.—"No, Hilly has considerable Skye blood in him, I believe."
Mrs. H.—"Percy's the same, only he is two months and ten days older and has his ears cropped.—His father, Martin Farquhar Tupper, was sickly, and died young, but he was
