were alarmed at hearing a dog in the night. They arose,
admitted it to the house, and found, to their surprise, it was the same
their brother had taken with him to America. The dog lived with them
until Mr. Edward Cook returned, when they mutually recognized each
other.

"They were never able to trace by what vessel the dog had left America,
or in what part of England it had been landed."

"One of the best stories I have heard of the sagacity of a dog,"
remarked a lady, "was the account of Caniche, which, if not familiar to
you, is well worth repeating."

Mr. Lee begged her to favor the company with the story, when she began.

"Once upon a time, Dumont, a tradesman of the Rue St. Denis, in Paris,
was walking with a friend, when he offered to lay a wager with the
latter, that, if he were to hide a six-livre piece in the dust, his dog
would discover it, and bring it to him. The wager was accepted, and the
piece of money secreted, after being carefully marked.

"When the two had proceeded some distance from the spot, M. Dumont said
to his dog that he had lost something, and ordered him to seek it.
Caniche immediately turned back, and her master and companion pursued
their walk to the Rue St. Denis.

"Meanwhile, a traveller, who happened to be just then returning in a
small chaise from Vincennes, perceived the piece of money which his
horse had kicked from its hiding place. He alighted, took it up, and
drove to his inn.

"Caniche, after a careful search, had just reached the spot in pursuit
of the lost piece, when the stranger picked it up. She at once set off
after the chaise, went into the inn, and stuck close to the traveller.
Having scented out the coin in the pocket of the latter, which she had
been ordered to bring back, she leaped up incessantly at and about him.
The traveller, supposing him to be some dog that had been lost by her
master, regarded these movements as marks of fondness, and, as the
animal was handsome, determined to keep her. He gave her a good supper,
and, on retiring to bed, took her with him to his chamber. No sooner had
he pulled off his pantaloons than they were seized by the dog: the
owner, conceiving that she wanted to play with them, took them away
again. The animal then began to bark at the door, which the traveller
opened, under the idea that the dog wanted to go out. Caniche snatched
up the pantaloons, and away she flew, the traveller posting after her,
dressed only in his night sh