196 Pomposity.

and looked in the window. Curious old thing she
is. She stared at me till I growled, and at last I
actually had to turn my back toward her. Then
she looked at everything in the room, going into
all the dark corners and examining everything
carefully. At last she shone full on the picture,
and there she stayed and I could not blame her
for doing so, for it really looked very lovely.

While we were both gazing at it, you can im-
agine my feelings, when the dog in the picture,
the picture I, began to move/ He turned about
and faced me. I was of course beside myself, and
running to the picture said:

‘What are you going to do?”

“Coming out to see you,’ was the saucy
answer.

“Never,” said I angrily. ‘Master has often
said that there was no dog like me, and do you
think Iam going to have a rival who looks exactly
like me, trotting about? Go back. Don’t you
know that you are only a painted dog? You are
not real.”

But the miserable little wretch only looked at