Poor Tony was an orphan and all alone in the world, his mother having died the day that he was born; and as for his father, no one had ever even heard of him.
What could one do alone in the world, especially when one was only a bit of a black and tan terrier pup, and small enough to go into a teacup? Certainly it was an uneven battle; the great strange world on one side, and this bit of a dog on the other.
At present Tony was just nine days old, and he was lying in a basket trying to get his eyes open, they were stuck together so tight; and there were a great many strange noises, and he wanted to see what they all were; besides, it was so dark.
Presently he got one of them open a little and peeped out; but he could not see very well, the light blinded him so, and he only had one corner of an eye to see with. So he waited, and in the meantime took a nap.
When he woke up, the eye that had been partly open came wide open with a snap, and
