the other day after leaving you, and appeared to feel the
parting very much, but it soon wore off under the influence
of biscuit, bones, and kindness; indeed, I must do Sully and
his family the justice to say that they try to do the utmost
to make me happy and comfortable, although they don't always
succeed, for sometimes I appear dissatisfied (hoping,
_entre-nous_, by that means to get more out of them).

"I have several idiosyncrasies and failings, of which my
master (_pro tem._) is trying to correct me, but finds it
rather hard work, for I am not so easily brought out of them.
I have a will of my own, but Sully says: 'Train up a dog in
the way it should go, and he will not depart, &c., &c.'--and
Sully is right.

"Don't you think it is a bad plan to wash me with soap? I
think it deters me from licking my skin, and consequently
from having those ideas of cleanliness engendered within me
which are so necessary to every well-bred dog moving in good
society!

"I want to get back to my bone, but Sully says I must first
deliver a message from him. You are to give his love to your
dear parents (in which I heartily join), and tell them how
grieved he was that he did not see them to wish them 'God
speed' before they left England, and how it hurt him to think
that a long, long time would perhaps elapse before he should
see them again.

"And now, my dear master, I must say 'Good-bye.' Much love in