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through the whirl and throng.
even.html">Even we grown-up children.html">children hear his piping now and then. But the
always bellowing so loud it drowns the dreamlike melody. One day the
shall, like the little children, throw our playthings all aside and
voices we have learned to listen for will cry to us to stop. But we
sorrowing house and through the open door. For the wild, strange
its song by then.
I wish people could love animals without getting maudlin over them, as
but even our intellectual sex often degrade pets into nuisances by
"David Copperfield," have thereupon sought out a small, longhaired dog.html">dog.html">dog
a man's trousers, and of finally commenting upon the same by a sniff
to this animal.html">animal (when there is any one near enough to overhear them),
cheek in a most touching manner; though I have noticed that these
about.
Then there are the old ladies who worship a fat poodle, scant of
who had a sort of German sausage on legs which they called a dog
morning. It had a mutton cutlet regularly for breakfast; and on
stopped at home to keep the dog company.
There are many families where the whole interest of life is centered
adulation. A cat possesses a very fair sense of the ridiculous, and
kind. Dogs, however, seem to like it. They encourage their owners in
speaking of what "dear Fido" has done, does do, will do, won't do, can
do, and is about to be going to have done is the continual theme of
imbecility, is addressed to this confounded animal. The family sit in
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