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  • Image 9 of The story my doggie told to me, The Story My Doggie Told to Me By Ralph Henry Barbour Author of “The Crimson Sweater,” “The Half- Back,” “Tom, Dick and Harriet,” etc. With Illustrations by John Rae New York Dodd, Mead and Company I9H
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  • Image 10 of The story my doggie told to me, PZ 10 3 Copyright, 1914, By DODD. MEAD AND COMPANY OCT 24 1914 ©CI.A387184 y Lnip
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  • Image 11 of The story my doggie told to me, TO GRETCHEN in the hope that she will read it to her children and that they may profit by its lessons, this book is dedicated by her Master
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  • Image 13 of The story my doggie told to me, CONTENTS PART ONE WHEN I WAS A PUPPY CHAPTER PAGE I Play Days 3 II What We Learned 11 III Puppy Troubles 18 IV When I Ate My Collar 25 V How I Dug for a Badger 34 VI The Frog Who was a Toad 48 VII The Cross Duck 50 VIII The Old Lady Who Didn’t Like Dogs 61 IX The Little Boy...
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  • Image 15 of The story my doggie told to me, ILLUSTRATIONS We had some fine times together Frontispiece She used to think they were to chase Page 1 2 And thought now they were just to look at 13 Most of the batter went on Freya Facing Page 14? He had to help William do all sorts of things 20 We learned to stand on our hind legs 30 He was what the Family...
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  • Image 19 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER I PLAY DAYS Bow! I always begin a story that way. It is what you Two-Legged Folks call “making your bow.” With us dogs it means “Hello” and “How do you do” and “Good morning” and and lots of other things too. And sometimes it means “Look out!” You see, we have so many ways of saying it! Perhaps some day 111 tell...
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  • Image 20 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME Of course, you haven’t said you wanted me to tell you my story, but I’m almost sure you do. I think you’ll like it, because I am a very good story-teller for a dog. And, although I am not quite three years old, I have seen a lot of things in my day. You won’t mind if...
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  • Image 21 of The story my doggie told to me, PLAY DAYS m a sort of cage made of criss-cross wires. There was sawdust on the floor. There were four of us in all, for I had two sisters and one brother. My mother’s name was Gretchen and my father’s name was Fritz. I am named after my father. He had two or three other names besides, but they’re very hard to say, being...
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  • Image 22 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME est ears and quite the crookedest front legs you ever saw. (You see, in my family crooked front legs are much admired.) We all loved her very dearly, but I am afraid we caused her a lot of trouble. But she was very fond of us and very proud of us. Sometimes I wished she wasn’t so...
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  • Image 23 of The story my doggie told to me, PLAY DAYS gest and the strongest of us all, and I think my mother was every bit as fond of me as she was of my two sisters and my brcrther, but it did seem to me as if I got most of the punish- ment. Maybe I was the naughtiest one, too! As we grew older and stronger our mother used to leave...
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  • Image 24 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME water to drink and petted us a lot. Then there was another man who only came to see us a few times. We didn’t like him so well. He was a Doctor and smelled of medicine. He came to see us once when my sister Freya was sick and once when I had an awful pain in...
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  • Image 25 of The story my doggie told to me, PLAY DAYS golden hair and blue eyes and two little fat red cheeks and was always laughing. Her real name was Mildred. The Master was a very big man, so big that I could only see to the tops of his riding-boots when I was little. He had a very deep, gruff voice and called us ‘‘Those little rascals But we knew he didn’t...
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  • Image 26 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME funny things. Later I’ll tell you something about them. There was a stable, as well, and outside the stable was a yard fenced in with wire netting, and in the corner of the yard was what they called the Kennel. That was where I was born. The yard was quite large and after we were allowed to...
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  • Image 27 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER II WHAT WE LEARNED Ju-ju was a cat. She was grey, like smoke, and had a bushy tail and long hair and yellow eyes. I don’t think yellow eyes are very pretty, do you? None of us ever liked Ju-ju very much, although we soon got to respect her. She was very vain of her long hair and thick tail and used to...
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  • Image 28 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME When we first got out into the yard Ju-ju used to come A and jump on top of one of the fence- posts and look down at us just as though we were funny and strange. That used to make us very angry and we would bark and jump at the post for the longest time. But...
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  • Image 29 of The story my doggie told to me, WHAT WE LEARNED noying. They’re almost as bad as ducks! We were born in the Spring and lived in the yard until we were four months old. Then my brother, whose name was Franz, and one of my sisters, whose name was Franzchen, left us. They went away off to live in the city and Freya and I were quite lonely at first, and...
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  • Image 30 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME the kitchen. The first time we did it Cook had a tin dish filled with cake-batter in her hand and when we ran at her and barked and jumped up on her she was so surprised and scared that she cried “Saints presarve us!” and dropped the dish. Most of the batter went on Frey a and...
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  • Image 33 of The story my doggie told to me, WHAT WE LEARNED would lie on our backs with our feet in the air and pretend we were awfully frightened. Then Delia, who was the maid and a great friend of ours, would say “Oh, the poor little dears. Don’t you dare hit them, Mary Mc- Guire Then we would have a piece of cake each and Delia would pet us and put us...
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  • Image 34 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME the man from the butcher’s came Mother al- ways made it a point to be very polite to him. She wagged her tail and sniffed his boots and followed him around to the kitchen door. He smelled very nice. Sometimes he gave us small pieces of meat and we were always glad to see him. But when...
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  • Image 35 of The story my doggie told to me, WHAT WE LEARNED her and wanted to lick her face, but she always tumbled over. That was because she only had two legs and was no fault of ours. Once when she tumbled she struck her head against some- thing hard and cried dreadfully. We licked her face as hard as we could to comfort her, because that is what Mother always did to...
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  • Image 36 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER III PUPPY TROUBLES We learned a good deal about what was good to eat and what wasn’t, too. Once Delia left a tin pan filled with some whitish stuff on the back steps and I ate quite a lot of it before she came out and found what I was doing. When she did she cried “Cook! Cook! One of the Puppies has...
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  • Image 37 of The story my doggie told to me, PUPPY TROUBLES until he made me swallow the nasty medicine I was pretty sure I was going to die. Starch and soap taste all right but they aren’t good for puppies. I found that out. It seems that we all have to learn a lot of things by what Mother calls “sad experience.” Like bees. Bees look very much like flies but they’re diff...
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  • Image 38 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME ran as fast as we could run, but the bees flew right along with us and chased us way down to the duck-pond. By that time I had flve scratches and Frey a had four and they hurt a good deal and swelled up. We licked the scratches and whined and after a while we rolled over...
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  • Image 39 of The story my doggie told to me, He had to help William do all Sorts of things
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  • Image 41 of The story my doggie told to me, PUPPY TROUBLES Once Freya found the ball in the harness room, where it had dropped off a shelf, and so she took it out under a tree and chewed on it until there was a hole in it. Then she wanted to see what was in the hole and so she tore the ball all to pieces. There wasn’t a thing in it. She...
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  • Image 42 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME balls and bark at them and try to pick them up in our mouths. But we couldn’t because they were too big. The Master and Mistress laughed and laughed at us. Then I saw a ball rolling along very fast and I made believe it was a rat and ran for it as hard as I could...
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  • Image 43 of The story my doggie told to me, PUPPY TROUBLES that Father and Mother wore, only a great deal smaller, and we were very proud of them. William put a strap from Freya’s collar to mine and then snapped a leash on to the strap and said “Come on.” I trotted right along, but Freya sat down and wouldn’t budge an inch. So, of course, I had to pull her all the...
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  • Image 44 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME me and the Baby was between us and the strap upset her into the flower bed. I was sorry about it, but I thought we had better not stay there any longer, so I turned and ran as hard as I could, pulling Freya after me, toward the orchard. The orchard is quite a large place and...
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  • Image 45 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER IV WHEN I ATE MY COLLAR After that William put the strap on us every day for a while and we got used to it. It was all right as soon as Freya understood that she was to go the way I wanted to go. But it took her some time to do it. Freya is very stupid at times. About a week...
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  • Image 46 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME “All right/’ she said. “But you’ll catch it. Just you wait!” She went off to bark at Ju-Ju, who was asleep on a window-sill, and I thought of what she had said. I looked at the collar. It was a very sad looking collar. There wasn’t much left except the brass tag. Frey a was right I...
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  • Image 47 of The story my doggie told to me, WHEN I ATE MY COLLAR with it in my mouth. I thought perhaps she would forget about the collar. But she didn’t even smile. “Naughty Fritz!” she said. “What have you done with your collar?” Frey a came up and looked at me in a way which said: “There! Now you are in for it! And I’m glad, because you were selfish and wouldn’t...
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  • Image 48 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME “Mild’ed looked it off,” said the Baby. “You took it off? Oh, you shouldn’t have done that, dear,” said the Mistress. “What did you do with it?” “Tooked it off!” said the Baby, and clapped her hands. By that time William had come up, with a rake in his hands, and the Mistress told him about it....
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  • Image 49 of The story my doggie told to me, WHEN I ATE MY COLLAR herself. I hunted all around, but couldn’t find anything but a small stone. So T took that to the Mistress, but she just tossed it away. Freya chased it. William scratched his head some more. ‘‘If she took it off him, mum,” he said, “it’s gone by now. Sure, he chews up everything he finds, he’s that de-struct-ive, mum.”...
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  • Image 50 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME mouth and was holding it out to him, wagging her tail. ‘‘Here it is, mum,” called William. “And all chewed up, mum, just like I said, mum!” I didn’t wait to hear any more, hut very quietly slipped away from them and ran for the stable. But William found me. He dragged me out by the scruff...
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  • Image 53 of The story my doggie told to me, WHEN I ATE MY COLLAR After a while, though, they stopped calling me. So I chewed on my bone, which was very good but a little too dry. Still, when you’re very hungry most any bone tastes good. After that I felt much better and set off to find Frey a. I met my father in the stable yard and asked him where she...
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  • Image 54 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME I followed her, keeping away from the house, and went up to her very quietly while she was digging a hole. When she saw me she dropped the cake and tried to run, but I got her. Afterwards I ate the cake. Of course Freya told Mother that I had hurt her. She’s such a tattle-tale! When...
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  • Image 55 of The story my doggie told to me, WHEN I ATE MY COLLAR ran as fast as I could and hid behind the flower- pots again. I don’t know why I always went there when I wanted to hide, because William always found me right away, just as he did this time. I whined a little when he pulled me out, hut he patted me and rubbed my neck and said he...
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  • Image 56 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER V HOW I DUG FOR A BADGER Next door to us was a dog named Jack. There was a wide field between our house and Jack’s and so he lived quite a way from us. But he used to come over to our place pretty often and after we got big we went over to see him. Jack and Father were great friends...
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  • Image 57 of The story my doggie told to me, HOW I DUG FOR A BADGER not have been, for he was a very nice, kind dog. He was what the Family called a “bird dog.” When his Master went out with a gun to hunt partridges or grouse Jack would go ahead and scent the birds in the grass or bushes, and then he would stand very still, with his tail pointing straight...
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  • Image 58 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME were made to hunt badgers and rabbits and animals that live underground. Jack is a very fine dog, but he couldn’t dig out a badger or a fox or even a rabbit.” “Oh,” I said, “could Father do that?” “Of course, and so can I; and so can you when you grow up. That’s why you are...
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  • Image 59 of The story my doggie told to me, HOW I DUG FOR A BADGER just like yours, that is covered with fine grey hairs. Folks make brushes out of the hairs. The brush the Master lathers his face with in the morning when he shaves is made of badger hair and the brush that William used the other day to paint the old wagon with is made of it too.” ‘T wish...
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  • Image 60 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME “There are rabbits, though,” I said. “Some day I shall catch me a rabbit.” “I hope not, my dear. Rabbits are harm- less and they can’t fight underground. We have no quarrel with rabbits, we dachshunds.” “Then,” I said, “I’ll have to find a fox.” “It will be a good while before you are big enough to...
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  • Image 61 of The story my doggie told to me, HOW I DUG FOR A BADGER “I’m glad you told me that,” I said, “be- cause I’ve always wondered about my legs and feet and been a little ashamed of them. They seemed so funny and crooked and big. Now I see that they are just as they should be.” I looked at my feet quite proudly. “I guess,” I said, “I’ll go and...
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  • Image 62 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME “Oh, yes, indeed!” cried Freya. “Is there really a badger down there?” “Never you mind,” I said. “You don’t suppose I’d be digging a hole as deep as this one if there wasn’t something there, do you?” So I crawled out and Freya got in and went to work. I looked on a minute and then I...
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  • Image 63 of The story my doggie told to me, HOW I DUG FOR A BADGER But when I looked around, would you be- lieve it, that silly dog had gone! And there was William hurrying up with a stick in his hand. “What do you think you’re doing?” he cried, real crossly. “Trying to dig up that apple tree? Get out o’ that, you pesky critter!” So I got out in a big...
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  • Image 64 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME a badger, aren’t you?” And I said: “N-no, sir, that that was my brother.” “You’re fib- bing,” said the badger, “and for that I shall eat you all up. RaowT Then he crept toward me and just as he reached out one great big paw with dozens and dozens of ugly, sharp claws I woke up with...
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  • Image 65 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER VI THE FROG WHO WAS A TOAD When I thought about it afterwards it seemed strange that I should not be allowed to dig holes when digging holes was what I was for. But every time I did it some one, William or the Master or the Mistress, came up and said “No, no, Fritz! Naughty dog! Mustn’t dig up the ground.” It...
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  • Image 66 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME good as another.) Freya liked to stay around the back door and look hungry and coax Delia or Cook to give her things to eat. When she wasn’t doing that she was most always asleep somewhere. She got very fat and lazy and it was all I could do to get her to go hunting with me....
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  • Image 67 of The story my doggie told to me, THE FROG WHO WAS A TOAD were ugly-looking and she didn’t like the smell of them. Girl-dogs are like that, though, sort of finicky and fussy about little things. You wouldn’t think that such a silly, no- account animal as a frog could get a decent dog into trouble, would you? It can, though, and it did. And I was the dog. I’ll tell...
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  • Image 68 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME He was quite different from any frog I’d ever seen before, being fatter and uglier and having more warts. Freya whispered, ‘‘Oh, isn’t he horrid? Don’t touch him, Fritz But I wasn’t going to let any frog make faces at me and so I jumped for him and caught him. He tried to get away but I...
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  • Image 69 of The story my doggie told to me, THE FROG WHO WAS A TOAD I was too busy trying to stop the pain to tell her what was wrong. Besides, when I wasn’t gulping water or pawing at my mouth I was howling! Father and Mother heard me and came running down to the pond. But I couldn’t tell them what the matter was and so Freya showed them the frog. I...
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  • Image 70 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME Then he took us back to the frog, which was still sitting where I had left him, and said “Have a good look at him, children.” So we looked at the frog and the frog blinked at us and seemed to be laughing. I growled and backed away from him. “The next time you take a frog...
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  • Image 71 of The story my doggie told to me, THE FROG WHO WAS A TOAD I said I was sure of it and then we went home and I crawled behind the flower-pots and stayed there a long time. I didn’t want any supper that day. You wouldn’t have wanted any, either, if your mouth had felt the way mine did. I think it is quite wrong to have things look so much...
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  • Image 72 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER VII THE CROSS DUCK The next day my mouth and tongue were quite well once more, but it was more than a week before I got brave enough to hunt frogs again. In fact, I have never cared for frog- hunting very much since, and I only did it after that just to show Frey a that I wasn’t afraid to. But I...
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  • Image 73 of The story my doggie told to me, THE CROSS DUCK liam opened the gate for them and went down to the pond. They are stupid things, ducks. They don’t do anything all day long but wad- dle around and wag their tails and eat and swim and say “quack!” I don’t know what “quack” means and I don’t believe they do, for they always say it just the same way and...
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  • Image 74 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME wanted some fun. So I thought it would be a good joke to creep up on Mrs. Duck and give her a good scare and see if she would say anything more than just ‘‘Quack!” Well, I did. I crept up very, very softly and when I was about two feet away I said Bow-wowT as loudly...
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  • Image 77 of The story my doggie told to me, THE CROSS DUCK a joke and she came right at me, saying Quach! Quack! Quackr quite crossly. So I kept on backing away, and the faster I backed the faster she came for me and the louder she “quacked!’’ I don’t know exactly how it happened, but I got between Mrs. Duck and the brook. I didn’t know it, of course, or I should...
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  • Image 78 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME Of course I tried to get out, but the more I tried the faster I stuck in that nasty mud. And all the time that horrid, quarrelsome duck stood on the bank and said ‘‘Quack!” and scolded me. I was afraid she might come in after me, and that is why I tried so very hard to...
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  • Image 79 of The story my doggie told to me, THE CROSS DUCK ‘I can’t get out!” I howled. “I’m stuck in this mud. Help me But Freya looked at the duck, who was still “quacking” at a great rate, and shook her head. “I I’m afraid of her,” said Freya. “Afraid of a duck!” I said. “Well, I’d be ashamed to own it!” But I kept a watch on the duck because I...
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  • Image 80 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME the duck and said “Bow-wow!” just as if she was frightened to death, which she was, and the duck paid no attention to her at all. Then Freya went a little nearer and barked again. That time Mrs. Duck heard her and turned around and made straight for her. Freya gave one awful yelp, tucked her tail...
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  • Image 81 of The story my doggie told to me, THE CROSS DUCK I’d better not go into the pond after all. So I sneaked back to the stable, thinking I’d get behind the flower-pots before any one could see me. But just as I came to the door who should come out but William! ^^Welir he said, just like that; ^^Welir I made a dash for the corner where the flower- pots were...
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  • Image 82 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME got in my eyes and smarted and it got into my mouth and tasted badly, and all the time Wil- liam scolded. I had to cry a little. You’d have cried too. I’ve heard you cry when Nurse got soap in your eyes, and you needn’t pretend you haven’t. Besides, it was all very unfair, I didn’t...
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  • Image 83 of The story my doggie told to me, THE CROSS DUCK had behaved and ran circles and barked until I was almost dry. Then I found a nice warm spot against the side of the stable and went to sleep. But even if I did forgive Freya that time you can see that she behaved very badly and is not at all brave. Still, I suppose that being a girl dog has...
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  • Image 84 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME appetite away for hours. I once heard the Mistress tell the man who comes for the laun- dry that she wanted something “dry-cleaned.” I wonder why dogs can’t be dry-cleaned too 60
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  • Image 85 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER VIII THE OLD LADY WHO DIDN’t LIKE DOGS Are you scared of thunder storms? I am, too. Well, not exactly scared, maybe, but I I don’t like them very well. I don’t mind the lightning so much, but the thunder is very noisy and it affects my nerves. I am quite a nervous dog. All highly-bred dogs are nerv- ous, you know. And...
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  • Image 86 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME dog. Every one in Germany knows about Hansel von Konigsberg. Mother says it is a fine thing to be descended from such a dog and that I should always try to live up to it. Well, that isn’t telling about the time I got under the bed in the guest-room when there was a thunder storm, is...
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  • Image 87 of The story my doggie told to me, THE OLD LADY WHO DIDN’T LIKE DOGS gator was, but we didn’t like the sound of it. Besides, she had said we were ugly and dis- gusting. So I looked at Freya and Freya looked at me and we made a rush for the old Lady Who Didn’t Like Dogs and jumped all over her. Of course we made believe we were awfully pleased...
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  • Image 88 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME Afterward Frey a and I laid down under the lilac hedge and talked it over. We decided that we didn’t like the old lady and that we’d wait there until she came out again to see the garden and then we’d make another dash for her and scare her again. But she didn’t come back and it...
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  • Image 89 of The story my doggie told to me, THE OLD LADY WHO DIDN’T LIKE DOGS thunder and I forgot how brave I was and looked for a place to hide. Well, William had taken the screen-door off that morning, to mend a place Freya and I had torn in the wire, and the other door happened to be open. So I looked around very carefully and then ran into the big room....
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  • Image 90 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME got farther and farther away and at last it died out in httle growls and grumbles and I rolled over on my side and went to sleep, quite worn out. When I awoke I heard some one moving around in the room and just to be friendly I thumped my tail on the floor. Then some one...
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  • Image 91 of The story my doggie told to me, THE OLD LADY WHO DIDN’T LIKE DOGS shouted ’Tis a burglar, mum! We’ll all be murdered, sir!” But the Master told her to be quiet. “I dare say it is only the cat,” he said, and then he knelt down and looked under the bed and I thumped my tail harder than ever and the Master sat right down on the floor and laughed...
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  • Image 92 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME ute. I’m thankful my trimk is not fully un- packed.” But she didn’t go, after all, for which Freya and I were sorry. And even though we stayed around the house a lot in the hope that she would come out so we could run at her and jump on her, she didn’t once set her foot...
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  • Image 93 of The story my doggie told to me, CHAPTER IX THE LITTLE BOY FROM THE CITY More company came after that. It was in the Fall, when the leaves were turning to beau- tiful colours and falling off the trees and when the mornings and nights were quite cool and the best place to take a nap was in the stable doorway where the sun shone warmly on the floor. Freya and...
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  • Image 94 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME Others had grown up, too. All the fluffy little yellow chicks that Freya and I used to watch through the chicken yard wires were quite big, almost as big as their parents. And all the little ducklings had grown up into ducks and could say “Quack!” just like their mothers and fathers. In the garden the flow-...
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  • Image 95 of The story my doggie told to me, THE LITTLE BOY FROM THE CITY you had to listen very closely to understand all she said. You see, she talked very quickly and ran her words together. It was the Baby who told me about the comptoy coming. It was one morning on the piazza. The screens had been taken off then and the Baby and I were in the hammock together. Freya...
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  • Image 96 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME d’ed. All way f’om City. Coming to-day, I dess.” I pricked up my ears then. At least, I pricked up one of them, the one that wasn’t being pulled. I had never seen a little boy very near, but I had heard Mother speak of them and from what she had said I didn’t think I should...
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  • Image 97 of The story my doggie told to me, THE LITTLE BOY FROM THE CITY that I wasn’t going to like A’fred, and when I told Freya she made up her mind she wasn’t going to like him either. We decided that we would bite his legs when he came. William drove to the railway station to meet Alfred and his mother, and Freya went along. William was very partial to Freya and...
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  • Image 98 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME smelled so nice that I fell asleep. When I woke up the first thing I did was to howl and the next thing to run. Because William had come back without my hearing him and had crept over to me, and what had wakened me up was the carriage whip! I thought it was rather a mean...
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  • Image 99 of The story my doggie told to me, THE LITTLE BOY FROM THE CITY Alfred’s mother was a very sweet looking lady and I knew right away I should like her. I did, too. Not two hours afterwards she came out to see us and fed us peppermint drops. I am very fond of peppermint drops because they make your tongue feel sort of cold and tingley, and I liked the lady...
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  • Image 100 of The story my doggie told to me, THE STORY MY DOGGIE TOLD TO ME to show Freya that I had more sense than to grovel to folks just because they whistled to me and paid me a little attention! When he saw that I didn’t mean to come to him he started after me, and I showed my teeth and growled. He stopped then and made a face at me. “You’re...
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