I was having a little nap at the back of my cage when I heard a lady’s voice say: “No, thank you, we are just looking about. My little boy wants to see the dogs.”  
I up my ears, for I seemed to know that voice, but I couldn’t think whose it was. The lady was out of sight and I waited eagerly for her to reach my cage. And while she was still at the front of the store I heard another voice say, “Mother, do you suppose they have any dachshunds?” and my heart just jumped right up into my throat. For the voice was Alfred’s! I leaped against the bars and barked and barked, I can tell you! And Alfred and his mother heard me and came to see what all the noise meant. And when Alfred saw me he cried:
 
“Oh, Mother, here’s a dear little dachshund! Oh, please may I have him?”
 
“Why, I don’t know, dear,” said his mother. “He is a nice looking dog, isn’t he? Are you sure you want him?”
 
“Oh, yes, yes!” said Alfred. “Really, I do, Mother! He looks so much like Fritzie, doesn’t he? Don’t you think he does?”
 
Alfred put his hand into the cage to pat my head and I licked it and tried to reach his face with my tongue and and whined. And Alfred’s eyes got rounder and rounder, and suddenly he cried very loudly:
 
“Oh, Mother, it is Fritzie! It is! It is! He knows me, Mother!”
 
And—oh, well, I don’t remember much about what happened after that for a while! I know the man came and let me out of the cage and I jumped and barked and whined and went on terribly silly, I guess. But you didn’t mind, did you? And then, almost before I knew it, I was snuggled up in—in Alfred’s arms in a carriage and we were over the cobblestones at a great rate. And Alfred was crying and hugging me and his mother was smiling and crying a little too. I wasn’t, though; not then; I was far too happy to cry!
 
And then—but you know the rest of my story as well as I do. How the Master came up to the City and took me home again and how glad I was to see Mother and Father and Freya and every one else. And how William blew his nose over and over again and seemed to have a very bad cold in his head, and how the Baby said “Booful dogums!” and hugged me until I had almost no breath left! But there was one thing I don’t think you ever knew about , and that was how the brindle bulldog came to be there.
 
I had been home nearly an hour and was lying in the talking to Mother and Father and Freya, telling them all about what had happened to me while I was away, when a bulldog came up the road. He was a very ugly looking dog and when I saw him I . But the others paid no attention to him. As he came nearer he reminded me of some dog I had seen somewhere and so I asked who he was.
 
“Oh,” said Mother, “that’s just Jim. He came here a month ago and wouldn’t let William drive him away. So he lives here now. He’s a very nice dog. Rather coarse in his ways and not much to look at, but good-hearted and kind and a fine fellow to keep watch.”
 
Then I remembered him. He was the dog who had belonged to the man who had ............