text:  But how happened it Eusebius that when any friend asked you if you had found the owner you turned off the subject always so ingeniously or denied that you had a Rover but one Chance certainly a fine dog?--and how came it that you never took him in the direction of the country from whence the regiment had come? And yet if the truth could be known would it not turn out Eusebius that fears did often come across your pleasures and your affection for Chance? and had a child but asked you as you might have been crossing a stile in quest with Chance before you as you did the soldier "whose dog's that?" you would have stammered a little--and almost in your affection have gone down upon your knees to have begged him as a gift; and it is fearful to think what a sum any knave as cunning as yourself had been would have got out of you