What Will He Do With It, Book 3.

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hind legs, and, with an aspect inexpressibly solemn, advanced towards Sophy

t: you can shake hands another time. Ru

;" and Sophy flew

stood in the centre of the floor

gave up the ghost. "A most splendid investment," said Waife, with enthusiasm; "and upon the whole, clog cheap. Ho! you are not

holding a plate of canine comestibles

hy,

randy," said Sophy's voice

had a morsel to eat. And he will never bite

harity was performed, the dog evinced his gratitude by a series of unsophisticated bounds and waggings of the tail, which gradually re

y him?" asked Sophy; "a

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fted himself on his hind legs, and laid his missive on the counter. The shopwoman-you know her, Mrs. Traill-unfolded the paper and read the order. 'Clever dog that, sir,' said she. 'To fetch and carry?' said I, indifferently. 'More than that, sir; you shall see. The order is for two penn'orth of snuff. The dog knows he is to take back fourpence. I will give him a penny short.' So she to

ket, picked up the right change, and went off demurely. 'To whom does that poodle belong?' said I. 'To a poor drunken man,' said Mrs. Traill; 'I wish it was in better hands.' 'So do I, ma'am,' answered I; 'did he teach it?' 'No, it was taught by his brother, who was an old soldier, and died in his house two weeks ago. It knows a great many tricks, and is quite young. It might make a fortune as a show, sir.' So I was thinking. I inquired the owner's address, called on him, and found him disposed to sell the dog. But he asked L3, a sum that seemed out of the question then. Still I kept the dog in my eye;

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re we come from, or what we were? And because, if the owner knew where to find the dog, he might decoy it back from us. Luckily he had not made the dog so fond of him but what, unless it be decoyed,

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