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t' mopes, an' what he wants is his libbaty an'
coompany like t' rest on us, wal happen a rat or two 'ud liven him oop.
It's low, mum,' says I,'is rats, but it's t' nature of a dog; an' soa's cuttin'
round an' meetin' another dog or two an' passin' t' time o' day. an'
hevvin' a bit of a turn-up wi' him like a Christian.'
So she says her dog maunt niver fight an' noa Christians iver fought.

'Then what's a soldier for?' says I; an' I explains to her t' contrairy
qualities of a dog, 'at, when yo' coom to think on't, is one o't' curusest
things as is. For they larn to behave theirsens like gentlemen born, fit
for t' fost o' coompany--they tell me t' Widdy herself is fond of a good
dog and knaws one when she sees it as well as onny body: then on t'
other hand a-tewin' round after cats an' gettin' mixed oop i' all manners
o' blackguardly street-rows, an' killin' rats, an' fightin' like divils.
T' Colonel's Laady says:--'Well, Learoyd, I doan't agree wi' you, but
you're right in a way o' speeakin', an' I should like yo' to tek Rip out
a-walkin' wi' you sometimes; but yo' maun't let him fight, nor chase
cats, nor do nowt 'orrid': an them was her very wods.
Soa Rip an' me goes out a-walkin' o' evenin's, he bein' a dog as did
credit tiv a man, an' I catches a lot o' rats an we hed a bit of a match on
in an awd dry swimmin'-bath at back o't' cantonments, an' it was none
so long afore he was as bright as a button again. He hed a way o' flyin'
at them big yaller pariah dogs as if he was a harrow offan a bow, an'
though his weight were nowt, he tuk 'em so suddint-like they rolled
over like skittles in a halley, an' when they coot he stretched after 'em
as if he were rabbit-runnin'. Saame with cats when he cud get t' cat
agaate o' runnin'.
One evenin', him an' me was trespassin' ovver a compound wall after
one of them mongooses 'at he'd started, an' we was busy grubbin' round
a prickle-bush, an' when we looks up there was Mrs. DeSussa wi' a
parasel ovver her shoulder, a-watchin' us. 'Oh my!' she sings out;
'there's that lovelee dog! Would he let me stroke him, Mister Soldier?'
'Ay, he would, mum,' sez I, 'for he's fond o' laady's coompany. Coom
here, Rip, an' speeak to this kind laady.' An'Rip, seein' 'at t'mongoose
hed getten clean awaay, cooms up like t' gentleman he was, nivver a
hauporth shy or okkord.
'Oh, you beautiful--you prettee dog!' she says, clippin' an' chantin' her
speech in a way them sooart has o' their awn; 'I would like a dog like
you. You are so verree lovelee--so awfullee prettee,' an' all thot sort o'
talk, 'at a dog o' sense mebbe thinks nowt on, tho' he bides it by reason

o' his breedin'.
An' then I meks him joomp ovver my swagger-cane, an' shek hands, an'
beg, an' lie dead, an' a lot o' them tricks as laadies teeaches dogs,
though I doan't haud with it mysen, for it's makin' a fool o' a good dog
to do such like.
An' at lung length it cooms out 'at she'd been thrawin' sheep's eyes, as t'
sayin' is, at Rip for many a day. Yo' see, her childer was grown up, an'
she'd nowt mich to do, an' were allus fond of a dog. Soa she axes me if
I'd tek somethin' to dhrink. An' we goes into t' drawn-room wheer her
husband was a-settin'. They meks a gurt fuss ower t' dog an' I has a
bottle o' aale, an' he gave me a handful o' cigars.
Soa I coomed away, but t' awd lass sings out--'Oh, Mister Soldier,
please coom again and bring that prettee dog.'
I didn't let on to t' Colonel's Laady about Mrs. DeSussa, and Rip, he
says nowt nawther; an' I gooes again, an' ivry time there was a good
dhrink an' a handful o' good smooaks. An' I telled t' awd lass a heeap
more about Rip than I'd ever heeared; how he tuk t' fost prize at Lunnon
dog-show and cost thotty-three pounds fower shillin' from t' man as
bred him; 'at his own brother was t' propputty o' t' Prince o' Wailes, an'
'at he had a pedigree as long as a Dook's. An' she lapped it all oop an'
were niver tired o' admirin' him. But when t' awed lass took to givin'
me money an' I seed 'at she were gettin' fair fond about t' dog, I began
to suspicion summat. Onny body