intelligent eyes, and tan legs, fringed with silken waves of hair, but
crouching and looking beseeching at meeting no welcome, while Sir Guy
seemed much distressed at his intrusion.

'0 you beauty!' cried Charles. 'Come here, you fine fellow.'

Bustle only looked wistfully at his master, and moved nothing but his
feather of a tail.

'Ah! I was afraid you would repent of your kindness,' said Sir Guy to
Mr. Edmonstone.

'Not at all, not at all!' was the answer; 'mamma never objects to in-
door pets, eh, Amy?'

'A tender subject, papa,' said Laura; 'poor Pepper!'

Amy, ashamed of her disposition to cry at the remembrance of the dear
departed rough terrier, bent down to hide her glowing face, and held
out her hand to the dog, which at last ventured to advance, still
creeping with his body curved till his tail was foremost, looking
imploringly at his master, as if to entreat his pardon.

'Are you sure you don't dislike it?' inquired Sir Guy, of Charles.

'I? 0 no. Here, you fine creature.'

'Come, then, behave like a rational dog, since you are come,' said Sir
Guy; and Bustle, resuming the deportment of a spirited and well-bred
spaniel, no longer crouched and curled himself into the shape of a