squeaked, and ran cowering back to me. When he woke up, about half an hour after, he called it to him again; but Dash only looked sheepish and wagged the tip of his tail. He called again, more sharply, but Dash only clung the closer to me, and licked my hand as if imploring protection. Enraged at this, his master snatched up a heavy book and hurled it at his head. The poor dog set up a piteous outcry and ran to the door. I let him out, and then quietly took up the book.
"Give that book to me," said Arthur, in no very courteous tone. I gave it to him.
"Why did you let the dog out?" he asked. "You knew I wanted him."
"By what token?" I replied; "by your throwing the book at him? but perhaps, it was intended for me?"
"No—but I see you've got a taste of it," said he, looking at my hand, that had also been struck, and was rather severely grazed.
I returned to my reading; and he endea-
