berty to give an order either is not accustomed to servants
or else stands in too much awe of them.

Jack, the bulldog, assisted in our preparations with much getting under
our feet and many hearty tail-waggings. Little he knew what was to
follow!

Bee carefully gave me my position at the right, and took her own.

"Now," she said, "there are two equally correct ways of sitting in a
victoria, neither of which you are doing."

I was quite comfortable, but I immediately sat up.

"It depends upon what you have on," Bee proceeded. "If you are
tailor-made and it is morning, you sit straight like this. If it is
afternoon and you are all of a Parisian fluff, you recline like this
and put your feet as far out on the cushion as you can. It shows off
your instep."

"It comes very near showing off your garter," I said, indignantly.
"You needn't expect me to lie down like that and put my feet on the
coachman's back. Aubrey would have a fit."

"You are positively low," said Bee, straightening herself. I giggled
helplessly at her instructions. They were so beyond my power to carry
them out properly.

"Can't I sit like this? Can't I be comfortable? What's a victoria
for, anyhow?" I demanded.

"Call the dog!" was Bee's only answer.

I called him. He came to the step, his tongue hanging out, his stumpy
tail wagging.

"What'll you have, girls?" he seemed to say.

"Get in here! Come up, Jack!" I coaxed, patting the seat invitingly.

Jack put one paw on the step, and wagged his tail harder. Old Amos's
shoulders shook.

"Don' reckon you all will git dat dorg into de kerredge, Miss Faith,"
he said. "Look lake he smell a trick."

It certainly did look as if he smelled treachery, for nothing could
persuade him to enter our chariot. Finally the stable-boy lifted him
bodily. Bee seized a paw and I his two ears, and thus protesting we
dragged him to a position between us. He was badly frightened by such
treatment, but remembering that I had been his friend in times past,
his tail fluttered amiably. I gave a hurried order to Amos to drive
out quickly, but as the carriage began to move, Jack's big body
trembled violently, and he lifted up his voice in a howl of protest
which woke the echoes. He tried to jump out, but as both Bee and I had
our arms around him, more in anxiety than affection, however, he
realized that we desired his society, and forbore to escape. Jack is a
good deal of a gentleman, you see, albe