“Er—good morning,” he managed to reply, and going indoors, he said to the landlord, “That’s an extraordinary dog of yours just outside.”

    “Oh, I don’t know, sir,” answered the man, “I don’t know there’s anything special about him.

    ”

    “Nothing special!” exclaimed the other. “He said ‘Good morning, sir’ to me as I came in.”

    “Impossible!” said the landlord. “But he did—he said it twice.” “Oh, no, sir, you must be mistaken,” said the man again. Then, after a pause, he asked, “Was there another dog there as well?” “I don’t think so,” said the guest; “but wait a minute. There was a little white terrier, but he was lying quite a way off.”

    “Ah! that’d be it,” the landlord said. “He’s a ventriloquist!”