CHAPTER XXXVI DANDY THE TRAMP.
ABOUT a week after Billy left us, the Morris family, much to its surprise, became the owner of a new dog.
He walked into the house one cold, wintry afternoon and lay calmly down by the fire.

He was a brindled bull-terrier, and he had on a silver-plated collar with "Dandy" engraved on it.

He lay all the evening by the fire, and when any of the family spoke to him, he wagged his tail, and looked pleased.

I growled a little at him at first, but he never cared a bit, and just dozed off to sleep, so I soon stopped.
He was such a well-bred dog, that the Morrises were afraid that some one had lost him.

They made some inquiries the next day, and found that he belonged to a New York gentleman who had come to Fairport in the summer in a yacht.