Mr. Lavender's eyes blazed. "You may insult me," he said, "but you must not kick my dog, or I shall do you an injury."

   "Try!" said the man.

   "I will," responded Mr. Lavender, taking off his holland coat.

   To what extremities he would have proceeded cannot be told, for at this moment the old lady who had taken him for a shepherd appeared on the path, tapping her forehead with finger.

   "All right!" said the owner of the garden, "take him away."

   The old lady laced her hand within Mr. Lavender's arm. "Come with me, sir," she said, "and your nice doggie."

   Mr. Lavender, whose politeness to ladies was invariable, bowed, and resuming his coat accompanied her through the 'garden gate. "He kicked my dog," he said; "no action could be more despicable."

   "Yes, yes," said the old lady soothingly. "Poor doggie!"

   The crowd, who had hoped for better things, here gave vent to a prolonged jeer.

   "Stop!" said Mr. Lavender; "I am going to take a collection.

   "There, there!" said the old lady. "Poor man!"

   "I don't know what you mean by that, madam," said Mr. Lavender, whose spirit was roused; "I shall certainly take a collection, in the interests of our population." So saying he removed his hat, and disengaging his arm from the old lady's hand, moved out into the throng, extending the hat. A boy took it from him at once, and placing it on his head, ran off, pursued by Blink, who, by barking and jumping up increased the boy's speed to one of which he could never have thought himself capable. Mr. Lavender followed, calling out "Blink!" at the top of his voice. The crowd followed Mr. Lavender, and the old lady followed crowd. Thus they proceeded until the boy, arriving at a small piece of communal water, flung the hat into the middle of it, and, scaling the wall, made a strategic detour and became a disinterested spectator among the crowd. The hat, after skimming the surface of the pond, settled like a water-lily, crown downwards, while Blink, perceiving in all this the hand of her master, stood barking at it wildly. Mr. Lavender arrived at the edge of the pond slightly in advance of the crowd.

   "Good Blink!" he said. "Fetch it! Good Blink!"

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