That dog,' said Jerry, pointing out the old leader of the troop, and speaking in a terrible voice, 'lost a halfpenny to-day.

He goes without his supper.' The unfortunate creature dropped upon his fore-legs directly, wagged his tail, and looked imploringly at his master.
'You must be more careful, Sir,' said Jerry, walking coolly to the chair where he had placed the organ, and setting the stop.

'Come here.
Now, Sir, you play away at that, while we have supper, and leave off if you dare.' The dog immediately began to grind most mournful music.

His master having shown him the whip resumed his seat and called up the others, who, at his directions, formed in a row, standing upright as a file of soldiers.
'Now, gentlemen,' said Jerry, looking at them attentively.

'The dog whose name's called, eats.