He walked into the house one
cold, wintry afternoon and lay calmly down by the fire. He was a
brindled bull-terrier, and he had on a silver-plated collar with "Dandy"
engraved on it. He lay all the evening by the fire, and when any of the
family spoke to him, he wagged his tail, and looked pleased. I growled a
little at him at first, but he never cared a bit, and just dozed off to
sleep, so I soon stopped.
He was such a well-bred dog, that the Morrises were afraid that some one
had lost him. They made some inquiries the next day, and found that he
belonged to a New York gentleman who had come to Fairport in the summer
in a yacht. This dog did not like the yacht. He came ashore in a boat
whenever he got a chance, and if he could not come in a boat, he would
swim. He was a tramp, his master said, and he wouldn't stay long in any
place, The Morrises were so amused with his impudence, that they did not
send him away, but said every day, "Surely he will be gone to-morrow."
However, Mr. Dandy had gotten into comfortable quarters, and he had no
intention of changing them, for a while at least. Then he was very
handsome, and had such a pleasant way with him, that the family could
not help liking him.
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