but I must say little humans are sometimes very awkward, and if they had not got in my way I should not have knocked them down. Several humans began to scold me, and say I was a rude, disagreeable dog; but I knew it was not true, and I did not attend to them. If I had knocked them down I should not have cared so much, but I was sorry to have upset the little humans, for I am always fond of them.

Our human didn't blame me, and so I did not care what the others said, and Tip and I ran on towards the water, as we wanted to see whether it was like the water at Dover. Tip did not think it nearly as good, and said he did not believe it was a sea, for he saw no steamboats on it, but I liked it very much, it was so nice and smooth, and there were some boats on it, and I thought perhaps there might be steamboats coming in, later in the day, so I would not decide the question off-hand. There were some very small boats indeed on this piece of water, and the little humans seemed very much amused with them, though they were much too small for them to get into. We had never seen anything like them at Dover, and Tip said he supposed they were only London boats, and, like a great many other things in London, were of no use whatever.

Whilst Tip and I were looking on at the little humans playing with their little boats, we saw some of them in a large boat in the middle of the water, and some big humans with them; and whilst we were looking at them, one of the little humans began screaming violently, and of course we knew that this nonsense meant that there was something the matter.

Tip saw at once that there was a small child in the water,— quite a tiny one,—and when he pointed it out to me, I immediately swam into the water as fast as I could, and seized hold

of the tiny human and took her to shore. I was surprised to find how light she was, but I enjoyed saving her all the more for that, and when I brought her to the land, such a number of little humans came round me laughing, and making such a noise!—and the little human who had screamed in the boat, came ashore, and ran up to me and patted me, and said I had "saved the Princess's life."

Of course I knew I had saved a valuable life, not the first by any means; but this was the first Princess I had saved, and I thought how much easier Princesses were to save, than ordinary mortals, but I could not think why the little humans laughed so much about it. Of course they were very glad she was saved, but as she had been very nearly drowned, and as yet had not spoken a word, I did not see that it was such a laughing matter, but there are no bounds to laughing, in humans, it seems to me.

Tip told me quietly that the tiny princess's name was Princess Goldenhair, but he fully believed she was dead, for not one word had she spoken as yet!—and that humans never can keep silence for long together.

I didn't like the idea of her being dead, and that I had saved her for nothing, and so I told him that I believed it was not etiquette for princesses to speak, for I was sure she was alive and well, for I saw her blue eyes wide open.

The little humans attended quite as much to me, as to Princess Goldenhair, and they gave me a quantity of biscuits; and finding Tip was my friend, they also fed him; so altogether we had a very pleasant morning, and we were quite sorry when the human whistled to us to come away. Some of the children ran some distance with us, and they begged us to come back again

very soon. Tip said he did not think much of the Princess Goldenhair for allowing me to leave without expressing any thanks, and that was my opinion too, but I excused her as before on the ground of etiquette.

The human seemed very much amused at this little affair of ours about the Princess, and as he was walking along he told a friend of his, that I had pleased the little humans by saving a doll they had dropped into the water. What he meant by a "doll" I do not know, but it would have been more respectful to my mind, if he had called her the Princess Goldenhair.

Tip said that a doll was a small human, and I suppose he was right. We enjoyed our run that afternoon very much, and we did not go home until it was getting quite dark. We saw nothing of Pepper, but on our way home I am sorry to say Tip had a regular battle with a vulgar dog that he met, and who came up to Tip in a very impertinent way, and asked if he were a "country cousin." Tip said he would not have him for a cousin at any price, and this offended the vulgar dog, whose name we discovered to be Boxer, and Tip and he then set to work, and had a hard fight. Boxer was evidently accustomed to that sort of thing, he was larger and stronger than Tip, and a regular bully. After they had been fighting some time, I thought it time to interfere, so I ran in between them and knocked Boxer over, and when he saw me, and perhaps recognized that I was a prize dog and "every inch a king," he took to his heels as fast as he could go, and, as he was too mean an enemy for me to pursue, I did not follow him. The human did not see the fight, and as Tip was not hurt, we ran away home, considerably pleased that we had conquered Mr. Boxer, and taught him a lesson about "country-cousins."