said it wasn't _kind_ to keep him; and of course after that we felt there was nothing to be said.

The Vet.

said he would come this morning at ten o'clock, and it quite spoilt my breakfast, for dear Rover sat beside me and begged, and I felt like an executioner; and then he went out for a walk by himself--a thing he hadn't done since he had become frail--and when the Vet.

came there was no Rover." "Dear, dear!" said Mr.Jackson, helping himself to an entree.
"The really dreadful thing about it," continued Mrs.Jowett, refusing the entree, "was that Johnston--the gardener, you know--had dug the grave where I had chosen he should lie, dear Rover, and--you have heard the expression, Mr.Jackson--a yawning grave?
Well, the grave _yawned_.
It was too heartrending.

I simply went to my room and cried, and Tim went in one direction and Johnston in another, and the maids looked too, and they found the dear doggie, and the Vet .-- a most obliging man called Davidson--came back ...