THE PYRENEAN MOUNTAIN DOG
Seated by my side,
At my feet,
So he breathed but air I breathed,
Satisfied!
Browning.
AS the heavy train steamed into Willesden sounds of barking directed me to the compartment in which the pup was travelling. This, the first excursion from the kennels in which she had passed the three and a half months of her young life, was an event to be signalised by signs of disapproval. Strange voices, stranger modes of locomotion, were disturbing and disconcerting, and my friendly accents but quieted her momentarily. The protest was renewed as we proceeded by another train to the home that was soon to be friendly and familiar. As for us we were anxious to see the small creature with such expressive vocal organs. When the hamper was opened the most delightful little Teddy Bear imaginable bounded out and proceeded to introduce herself A mass of white fluffy down, with here and there a splash of lemon, eloquent dark eyes, and plump as the proverbial partridge. That was Pandore as we first knew her. Time only served to strengthen and
