' Bah! I got disgusted with her. When
I left her, I ran away to her niece's, Miss Ball's. She was a sensible
young lady, and she used to scold her aunt for the way in which she
brought up her dogs. She was almost too sensible, for her pug and I were
rubbed and scrubbed within an inch of our lives, and had to go for such
long walks that I got thoroughly sick of them. A woman, whom the
servants called Trotsey, came every morning, and took the pug and me by
our chains, and sometimes another dog or two, and took us for long
tramps in quiet streets. That was Trotsey's business, to walk dogs, and
Miss Ball got a great many fashionable young ladies who could not
exercise their dogs, to let Trotsey have them, and they said that it
made a great difference in the health and appearance of their pets.
Trotsey got fifteen cents an hour for a dog. Goodness, what appetites
those walks gave us, and didn't we make the dog biscuits disappear? But
it was a slow life at Miss Ball's. We only saw her for a little while
every day. She slept till noon. After lunch she played with us for a
little while in the greenhouse, then she was off driving or visiting,
and in the evening she always had company, or went to a dance, or to the
theatre.
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