"Dear old Joe," said Mrs. Morris, pressing my head tightly between
her hands. "You did a good thing the other day in helping me to
start that little woman out of her selfish way of living."

I did not know about that, but I knew that I felt very grateful to
Mrs. Montague for my new collar, and ever afterward, when I met
her in the street, I stopped and looked at her. Sometimes she saw
me and stopped her carriage to speak to me; but I always wagged
my tail, or rather my body, for I had no tail to wag, whenever I saw
her, whether she saw me or not.

Her son got a beautiful Irish setter, called "Brisk." He had a silky
coat and soft brown eyes, and his young master seemed very fond
of him.

CHAPTER VI THE FOX TERRIER BILLY

WHEN I came to the Morrises, I knew nothing about the proper
way of bringing up a puppy. I once heard of a little boy whose
sister beat him so much that he said he was brought up by hand; so
I think as Jenkins kicked me so much, I may say that I was brought
up by foot.

Shortly after my arrival in my new home, I had a chance of seeing
how one should bring up a little puppy.

One day I was sitting beside Miss Laura in the parlor, when the
door opened and Jack came in. One of his hands was laid over the
other, and he said to his sister, "Guess what I've got here."