he said to his sister, "Guess what I've got here."

"A bird," she said,

"No."

"A rat."

"No."

"A mouse."

"No--a pup."

"Oh, Jack," she said, reprovingly; for she thought he was telling a
story.

He opened his hands and there lay the tiniest morsel of a fox terrier
puppy that I ever saw. He was white, with black and tan markings. His
body was pure white, his tail black, with a dash of tan; his ears black,
and his face evenly marked with black and tan. We could not tell the
color of his eyes, as they were not open. Later on, they turned out to
be a pretty brown. His nose was pale pink, and when he got older, it
became jet black.

"Why, Jack!" exclaimed Miss Laura, "his eyes aren't open; why did you
take him from his mother?"

"She's dead," said Jack. "Poisoned--left her pups to run about the yard
for a little exercise. Some brute had thrown over a piece of poisoned