I have a black-and-tan dog; his name is Bismarck--for short, Bis. I
think he is beautiful--short, stubby, bandy-legged, and very fat,
and wobbles when he runs. Papa got him for a pure-blooded rat
terrier, but I do not think him very pure. Will B. and Willie S.
caught a mouse and put it in a dry-goods box, and put Bis in with
the mouse. The mouse ran all over Bis, and Bis would not touch it.
So one held Bis's mouth open, and the other caught the mouse with
the tongs and put it into Bis's mouth. Bis caught the mouse in his
teeth, but was careful not to hurt it. It is dinner-time now, and I
will close my letter.