Blenheim was one day in the library, dozing in his arm-chair after
dinner, when Mrs. B. thus addressed him:
"Rouse up, Blenny dear, and tell me
about these notes of invitation for our dinner-party."
"I am rather sleepy," said he, "so you
must read the list over to me."
Mrs. Blenheim read the
names of Mr. Tan-Terrier, Mr. Fox-Hound, Mr. Dane, Mr.
Mastiff, Mr. Beagle, Mr. Poodle, Mr. Barker—Mr. Bull-Dog concluding the
list. "Mr. Bull-Dog!" cried Mrs. Blenheim, looking vexed, "why do you ask
him? no one considers him respectable."
"It will not do to leave him out, dear!"
said Mr. Blenheim, who then
got up, and went lazily to the desk to write the invitations.