DOGS' DINNER PARTY
the Page, went
to Kennel Court, the country box of Mr. Fox-Hound,
and found that sporting character near home, wiping his brow after a
good hunt. His manners were more blunt than his teeth, and his loud
voice could be heard miles off. He was called a "jolly dog," and seldom
dined alone. But his great delight was the chase of a fox; he could
then hardly give tongue enough to express his joy. After asking Pug
after Mrs. Blenheim's health, he accepted the invitation.
Florio, the Courier, waited on Mr.
Barker with his note of invitation.
Mr. Barker lived in a snug little house, in a farmyard, where he had
the charge of watching over and protecting the live stock. He at first
feared he must decline the invitation, but, on second thoughts, he
resolved to venture; it was not a late dinner, and he would manage to
get away early. Unluckily, his coat was rather the worse for wear, but
he could boast of a handsome collar at any rate,—and so he accepted.
When Pug, the Page, reached the
dwelling-place of Mr. Bull-Dog, he
found him lying close to a bit of an old tub, in a dirty yard, smoking
a short pipe very coolly. Mr. Bull-Dog snarled a little at being
disturbed, and then read the note. "Oh, you can say I'll be sure to
come," said he, "I am always ready for a good feed. Now, young one,"
said he to Pug, with a growl, "I advise you to cut away as fast as you