he went straight up to his former enemy, Master Tip, and told him to show fight. Tip had gained courage by my remark about England versus Scotland, and he immediately set to, in a most "plucky" way; but after a little while it was pretty evident to me that Tip was very tired, and that Colley was not really fighting at all, so I asked them what they were about, and Colley very good-naturedly said, "Oh, we may as well stop; it is a drawn battle; England and Scotland must always be friends."

Now this was very noble of Colley, for he certainly had much the best of it; and so Colley became one of our best friends for ever after. Tip was, as I have said, very tired, so we said good-bye to Colley, and imitated Miss Kate by walking leisurely home; but on our way we called on Jack, and settled that in a few days we would take another holiday, and go out hunting as he had proposed.

Tip and I then went on home and laid down under the trees on the lawn, and made ourselves thoroughly comfortable.

Tip then told me how every night he accompanied the family into the dining-room, and whilst Miss Kate and the rest of the party were having their dinner, he laid down under the table and was supposed to go fast asleep, but he said he always kept one ear open, and whenever the humans said anything very amusing, or interesting, he opened both.

He told me that the evening before there had been a long conversation about dogs, and it was surprising the ignorance displayed on the subject by the different humans; "in fact,” said Tip, "one human spoke so foolishly about us, that I walked very quietly along under the table, until I singled out his toes from among the rest, and then I sat down quietly

beside them, and quite made up my mind to give them a good nip if he transgressed again, but fortunately for him the subject was changed to one that suited his intellect better."

I asked Tip whether Miss Kate had in any way alluded to her escape from drowning? but he said no, she had said nothing about it, but he thought she had rather a washed-out look that night, and she allowed that she was very tired with her walk into Dover.

"Walk into Dover!" I said; "she was tired with trying to keep her head above water; she ought to be very grateful for being rescued from a watery grave, but I do not suppose she is; in fact I know she is not, or she would have come to see me the first thing this morning, and would have thanked me for what I have done, and would have brought me something extra good for my breakfast: but alas! humans are not like dogs. Now I do not wish to be hard on Miss Kate, but I do not at all think she would have jumped into the water for me, if I had been drowning, and yet if she had done so, I should have felt as if I could never leave off barking my gratitude, and licking her hands."

Just at this minute our conversation was stopped by the arrival on the lawn of Miss Kate and her friends, and they called us up to them, and asked our names, and admired us, and wanted to know what tricks we could do.

Miss Kate had never taught us any tricks; she was quite right there, tricks are vulgar, and had she attempted it, she would have found me a very bad pupil. Miss Kate said I could fetch and carry beautifully, and was a good waterdog; ah! she had good reason for saying that, but even then

she did not acknowledge the service I had done her. I went out for a short walk with the humans, but Tip remained at home, as he was tired.

Our walk was a very stupid one, for the humans, as usual, talked of nothing interesting, except that Miss Kate spoke a great deal about a certain "Harry," and it made me uneasy, for I was afraid she was going to have a third dog, and I didn't care about that. Tip and I get on famously together; but then two are company, and three are not, and I felt that both Tip and I ought to resist the arrival of number three.

"Now," said Miss Kate, "you will have an opportunity of seeing Rex's cleverness, for I have dropped my blue shawl somewhere, and I shall send him to look for it. I think I left it on the bank where we were picking primroses, but anyhow he must find it;" so, showing me a shawl not a bit like the one she had lost, she said to me, "Rex! shawl-go fetch !"

I knew perfectly what she wanted without her showing me that ugly green thing, as of course I had heard all about the primrose bank; and so, as I was in the humour to be pleasant, and found their conversation very dull, I dashed away as hard as I could after the shawl.

It was a long way back, but I did not mind that, and I very soon found it on the bank, just as it had been left; but what an awkward thing it was to carry! I tried it in all sorts of ways, but it would get all round my legs; and really at one time I got so wrapped up in it, I was afraid I was turning into a human, and in my alarm I gave several vigorous bounds and got free; but it made a very queer noise, and, when I looked at it, it was twice as long as it had been before! The only

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