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She was noncommittal "He ain't bit nobody yit"

"I don't believe he'll bite," said Florence "I bet he likesa fancy to me, Kitty Silver What's his name?"

"Gammire"

"What?"

"Gammire"

"What a funny name! Are you sure, Kitty Silver?"

"Gammire whut you' Aunt Julia tole o on in the house an' ast her; she'll tell you the same"

"Well, anyway, I'm not afraid of him," said Florence; and she stepped closer to the poodle, extending her hand to caress hiesture, rose to his hind legs, and, as far as the leash per her arms about him rapturously

"Oh, the lovely thing!" she cried "He walks on his hind legs! Why, he's crazy about o," said Herbert "I bet he don't like you any o of him, and I bet he shows he likes me better than he does you"

But when Florence released him, Gammire caressed them both impartially He leaped upon one, then upon the other, and then upon Kitty Silver with a cordiality that almost unseated her

"Let him off the leash," Florence cried "He won't run away, 'cause the gates are shut Let him loose and see what he'll do"

Mrs Silver snapped the catch of the leash, and Gaed black streak With his large and eccentric ears flapping back in the wind and his afterpart hunched in, he ran round and round the little orchard like a dog gone wild Altogether a cohter, he circled the more wildly; then all upon an unexpected instant caround between his two forepaws, his hindquarters high and unstooping And, seeing they laughed at this, too, he gave theh of it, then came back to Kitty Silver and sat by her feet, a spiral of pink tongue hanging from a wide-openof her orange

"Who do you think gave Gammire to Aunt Julia?" she asked

"I ain't stedyin' about it"

"Yes, but who do you guess?"

"I ain't----"

"Well, but if you had to be burned to death or guess souess?"