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‘
Ah
!
’
cried
Short
,
‘
let
’
s
have
a
look
at
him
.
’
‘
Here
he
is
,
’
said
Jerry
,
producing
a
little
terrier
from
his
pocket
.
‘
He
was
once
a
Toby
of
yours
,
warn
’
t
he
!
’
In
some
versions
of
the
great
drama
of
Punch
there
is
a
small
dog
—
a
modern
innovation
—
supposed
to
be
the
private
property
of
that
gentleman
,
whose
name
is
always
Toby
.
This
Toby
has
been
stolen
in
youth
from
another
gentleman
,
and
fraudulently
sold
to
the
confiding
hero
,
who
having
no
guile
himself
has
no
suspicion
that
it
lurks
in
others
;
but
Toby
,
entertaining
a
grateful
recollection
of
his
old
master
,
and
scorning
to
attach
himself
to
any
new
patrons
,
not
only
refuses
to
smoke
a
pipe
at
the
bidding
of
Punch
,
but
to
mark
his
old
fidelity
more
strongly
,
seizes
him
by
the
nose
and
wrings
the
same
with
violence
,
at
which
instance
of
canine
attachment
the
spectators
are
deeply
affected
.
This
was
the
character
which
the
little
terrier
in
question
had
once
sustained
;
if
there
had
been
any
doubt
upon
the
subject
he
would
speedily
have
resolved
it
by
his
conduct
;
for
not
only
did
he
,
on
seeing
Short
,
give
the
strongest
tokens
of
recognition
,
but
catching
sight
of
the
flat
box
he
barked
so
furiously
at
the
pasteboard
nose
which
he
knew
was
inside
,
that
his
master
was
obliged
to
gather
him
up
and
put
him
into
his
pocket
again
,
to
the
great
relief
of
the
whole
company
.
The
landlord
now
busied
himself
in
laying
the
cloth
,
in
which
process
Mr
Codlin
obligingly
assisted
by
setting
forth
his
own
knife
and
fork
in
the
most
convenient
place
and
establishing
himself
behind
them
.
When
everything
was
ready
,
the
landlord
took
off
the
cover
for
the
last
time
,
and
then
indeed
there
burst
forth
such
a
goodly
promise
of
supper
,
that
if
he
had
offered
to
put
it
on
again
or
had
hinted
at
postponement
,
he
would
certainly
have
been
sacrificed
on
his
own
hearth
.
However
,
he
did
nothing
of
the
kind
,
but
instead
thereof
assisted
a
stout
servant
girl
in
turning
the
contents
of
the
cauldron
into
a
large
tureen
;
a
proceeding
which
the
dogs
,
proof
against
various
hot
splashes
which
fell
upon
their
noses
,
watched
with
terrible
eagerness
.
At
length
the
dish
was
lifted
on
the
table
,
and
mugs
of
ale
having
been
previously
set
round
,
little
Nell
ventured
to
say
grace
,
and
supper
began
.
At
this
juncture
the
poor
dogs
were
standing
on
their
hind
legs
quite
surprisingly
;
the
child
,
having
pity
on
them
,
was
about
to
cast
some
morsels
of
food
to
them
before
she
tasted
it
herself
,
hungry
though
she
was
,
when
their
master
interposed
.
‘
No
,
my
dear
,
no
,
not
an
atom
from
anybody
’
s
hand
but
mine
if
you
please
.
That
dog
,
’
said
Jerry
,
pointing
out
the
old
leader
of
the
troop
,
and
speaking
in
a
terrible
voice
,
‘
lost
a
halfpenny
to
-
day
.
He
goes
without
his
supper
.
’
The
unfortunate
creature
dropped
upon
his
fore
-
legs
directly
,
wagged
his
tail
,
and
looked
imploringly
at
his
master
.
