Dogs -- Fiction; Poor families -- Fiction; Short stories
"But I can't give her to _him_. Don't cry so, Tom! I'd sooner have my
little goods sold, and lie upon the boards. I should not mind parting
with her if she were taken good care of, but I never will give her to
him."
"Is this the first you have heard of the matter?" inquired my father;
"you ought to have had notice in time to appeal."
"I never heard a word till to-day."
"Poulton seems to say that he sent a letter, nevertheless, and offers to
prove the sending, if need be; it's not in our division, not even in our
county, and I am afraid that in this matter of the surcharge I can
do nothing," observed my father; "though I have no doubt but it's a
rascally trick to come by the dog. She's a pretty creature," continued
be, stooping to pat her, and examining her head and mouth with the air
of a connoisseur in canine affairs, "a very fine creature! How old is
she?"
"Not quite a twelvemonth, sir. She was pupped on the sixteenth of last
October, grandmother's birthday, of all the days in the year," said Tom,
somewhat comforted by his visiter's evident sympathy.
"The sixteenth of October! Then Mr. Poulton may bid good-bye to his
surcharge; for unless she was six months old on the fifth of April, she
cannot be taxed for this year--so his letter is so much waste paper.
I'll write this very night to the chairman of the commissioners, and
manage the matter for you. And I'll also write to Master Poulton, and
let him know that I'll acquaint the board if he gives you any farther
trouble. You're sure that you can prove the day she was pupped?"
continued his worship, highly delighted. "Very lucky! You'll have
nothing to pay for her till next half-year, and then I'm afraid that
this fellow Poulton will insist upon her being entered as a sporting
dog, which is fourteen shillings. But that's a future concern. As to
the surcharge, I'll take care of that. A beautiful creature, is not she,
Mary? Very lucky that we happened to drive this way." And with kind
adieus to Tom and his grandmother, who were as grateful as people could
be, we departed.
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