He looked a little astonished when she was ushered in, but received her politely, as if it was quite a matter of course for a young lady, hugging a dog, to pay him an afternoon visit.
Ingred put Derry down on the hearth rug, took the arm-chair that was offered her, and with a beating heart and a very high color plunged into business, and inquired if it were possible to find a fancier who wished to buy a prize fox terrier.
"I've his pedigree here," she finished, "and he really is a nice little dog.

If you know of anybody, I'd be so glad if you would tell me please!" Mr.Hardcastle, evidently much electrified, knitted his bushy eyebrows in thought, and pursed his mouth into a button.
"There was a vet.

in Grovesbury who told me a while ago that he wanted one, but I saw him yesterday, and he said he had just bought one, so that's no good! You might try the advertisements in _The Bazaar_.

He looks a bright little chap.

Why are you in such a panic to get rid of him?
Been killing chickens ?" "No," said Ingred, turning pinker still; "it isn't that--I don't want to sell him, of course--only--only----" And then to her extreme annoyance, her brimming eyes overflowed, and she burst into stifled sobs.
The old gentleman shot his lips in and out in mingled consternation and sympathy.
"There! There! There!" he exclaimed.