The Bulldog

The Scotty's were alert little chaps, but one couldn't expect anybody to be deterred from entering the garden by the sight of them. When the bulldog came, he was a squat, shambling puppy, terrified by his own ability to knock things flying. He slept about the house all day, but the muscles of a pugilist grew on his thick shoulders and his barrel-bellied body. Mrs. Morgan adored him. Her childlessness took revenge on her at last, and she cradled a beast. She loved and petted and spoiled the Scotty's, but for the bulldog she had hopes. Wait till I train him, she would