Vot is dot chair ?" and he drew out a freshly varnished relic of better days.
The man seized the chair by the back, canted it to see all sides of it, and was about to give his decision when the laughter of a child and the sharp, quick bark of a dog caused him to pause and raise his head.

A white fox-terrier with a clothes-pin tail, two scissored ears, and two restless, shoe-button eyes, peering through button-hole lids, followed by a little girl ten or twelve years of age, was regarding him suspiciously.
"He won't hurt you," cried the child.

"Come back, you naughty Fudge!" "I do not intend he shall," said the man, reaching down and picking the dog up bodily by the scruff of his neck.

"What is the matter, old fellow ?" he continued, twisting the dog's head so that he could look into his eyes.

"Wanted to make a meal of me ?--too bad.