A dog day; or, The angel in the house . Rush up into Aunt Browns room, and am sick .yv. Better. Think I shall pull through if I am careful. Almost well again. Quite well again. Thank Heavens! It was anarrow shave that time. People ought not to leave such stuff about. Up into dining-room. And, to show how well I am,I gallumph round and round the room, at full pelt, abouttwenty times, steering myself by my tail. Then, as a grandfinale, I jump twice on to the waistcoat-part of old , who is sleeping peacefully in the arm-chair. Hewakes up very angry in
A dog day; or, The angel in the house . Rush up into Aunt Browns room, and am sick .yv. Better. Think I shall pull through if I am careful. Almost well again. Quite well again. Thank Heavens! It was anarrow shave that time. People ought not to leave such stuff about. Up into dining-room. And, to show how well I am,I gallumph round and round the room, at full pelt, abouttwenty times, steering myself by my tail. Then, as a grandfinale, I jump twice on to the waistcoat-part of old , who is sleeping peacefully in the arm-chair. Hewakes up very angry indeed, and uses words I have neverheard before. Even Miss Brown, to my no little surprise,says it is very naughty of me. Old Mr. Brown insists onmy being punished, and orders Miss Brown to beat Brown runs the burglar for all he is worth. Butno good. Old Mr. Brown is dead to all decent feeling!
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