This was none other than our friend Toozle, the mass of ragged door-mat on which Alice doted so fondly.

This little dog had, during the course of events which have taken so long to recount, done nothing worthy of being recorded.

He had, indeed, been much in every one's way, when no one had had time or inclination to take notice of him.

He had, being an affectionate dog, and desirous of much sympathy, courted attention frequently, and had received many kicks and severe rebuffs for his pains; and he had also, being a tender-hearted dog, howled dreadfully when he lost his young mistress; but he had not in any way promoted the interests of humanity, or advanced the ends of justice.

Hence our long silence in regard to him.
Recollecting that he had witnessed evidences of a friendly relation subsisting between Alice and Bumpus, Toozle straightway sought to pour the overflowing love and sorrow of his large little heart into the bosom of that supposed pirate.