"What a nice sagacious fellow you are! Come here, sir, and give me your paw! Now, shake hands.

Doggy, do you like me ?" Catch could tell a friend at once; so looking up, he licked her hand, expressing, as intelligently as possible, that he was pleased to make her acquaintance.

"How I love dogs!" she ejaculated, rising up again.
"Do you!" said I.

"Ah, Miss Clyde! `Love me, love my dog.'" "What nonsense, Mr Lorton!" she said, with a warm blush tinting her cheek.

"But, I declare you haven't wished me the compliments of the season yet.