' Little boy is lame like me,' he said in a tongue
Lolo did not understand.
' Yes, but he is a strong little boy, and can move
about, as perhaps the suns of his country avIU make
you do,' said the gentleman, who was the poor
little boy's father. ' He has brought you his poodle
to amuse you. What a handsome dog! is it not ?'
' Oh bufflinsl' said the poor little fellow, stretch¬
ing out his Avasted hands to Moufflou, who submitted
his leonine crest to the caress.
Then Lolo went through the performance, and
Moufflou acquitted himself ably as ever; and the
little invalid laughed and shouted with his tiny thin
voice, and enjoyed it all immensely, and rained
cakes and biscuits on both the poodle and its master.
Lolo crumped the pastries with Avilling white teeth,
and Moufflou did no less. Then they got up to go,
and the sick child on the couch burst into fretful
lamentations and outcries.
' I want the dog ! I Avill have the dog!' was
all he kept repeating.
But Lolo did not knoAV what he said, and was
only sorry to see him so unhappy.
' You shall have the dog to-morrow,' said the
gentleman, to pacify his little son ; and he hurried
Lolo and Moufflou out of the room, and consigned
them to a servant, having given Lolo five francs
'Why, Moufflou,' said Lolo, with a chuckle of