A DOC’S STORY.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIII, 31 March 1894, Page 311

A DOC’S STORY.

I am a white French poodle, and as I cannot write, my master’s sister is writing this letter in my name. My life has been one of adventure. W’hen but a puppy of four weeks old some wicked boys tried to drown me, but my master came up and made them give me np to him. He fought hard before he got me, but saved the poor doggie’s life. I have crossed the ocean twice, and have been seasick both times. I now live in England in a pretty town on a broad river. In the winter time my master goes skating and Igo with him, and we have such fun. If ever you go to W look out for a snowy poodle, and I will be with my master, a handsome boy of fifteen, with dark hair. I know a great many tricks. I beg, open doors with my paws, and lots of other things. I got lost in London one day, but a boy who knew my master found me and brought me home again. My master washes me in the river often, and I generally manage to pull him in too. There ! he whistles for me. Good-bye.—Hover.

Dear Cousin Kate, —Would you kindly put my story in the Graphic ? [I must request you not to write on both sides of the paper.—Cousin Kate.] Dear Cousin Kate.—l have never written to you before. Some of the cousins write very nice letters. The answer to the puzzle ‘ cousin Ivy ’ sent is •an egg.’ Igo to Mrs Hallett’s school every day, and I am in the fourth class. I hope you will put this letter in the Graphic. I will be eleven years old next May.—Ada Jackson. Newmarket. [You have guessed the puzzle right. I think the cousins write capital letters. lam glad to welcome you amongst them.—Cousin Kate.]