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But immediately she withdrew the question "I ain't astin' you!" she exclai, don't you take an' tell me whut you is: you take an' keep it to you'se'f, 'cause I don' want to listen to it!"

For the garnet eyes beneath the great black chrysanthemum indeed seee in a human voice Instead, however, he appeared to be content with his little exhibition, allowed his forepaws to return to the ground, and looked at her with his head wistfully tilted to one side This reassured her and even someon her There stirred within her that curious sense of relationship evoked fro born, and an admiration that was in a way a form of Narcissism She addressed him in a ry, 'cause you awready done et two dog biskit an' big saucer milk Whut you stick you' ole black face crossways atrose to look pointedly toward the corner of the house "So?" Mrs Silver inquired

Florence and Herbert ca with a tennis ball and carrying a racket under his are

"For Heavenses' sakes!" Florence cried "Kitty Silver, where on earth'd this dog coet him?"

"Dess to-day"

"Who gave him to her?"

"She ain't sayin'"

"You mean she won't tell?"

"She ain't sayin'," Kitty Silver repeated "I ast her I say, I say: 'Miss Julia, ma'am,' I say, 'Miss Julia, ?' I say All she say when I ast her: 'Nemmine!' she say, dess thataway 'Neive her this dog"

"He's certainly a ," said Herbert "I've seen a few like that, but I can't remember where What kind is he, Kitty Silver?"

"Miss Julia tell "

"A poodle," Florence corrected her, and then turned to Herbert in supercilious astonishoodness! I should think you were old enough to know that oin' on fourteen years old!"

"Well, I did know it," he declared "I kind of knew it, anyhow; but I sort of forgot it for once Do you know if he bites, Kitty Silver?"