. St. Nicholas [serial]. ts ofideas to a boy with a string. Then, too,whenever he came upon an old kettle or potor pan, he sat down right there and then!No whistling, no knee-patting, no old-man-ning could make him rise until the boys hadmoved on a bit. He was not cross, only firm —very firm ! Pleasantly but very solidly he satdown hard and fast to guard that long tail of his,tucked safely beneath him. You see, his memorywas an excellent one. He could see that betweena boy and a dog — even between a swimmingand a whipping — there was a natural associa-tion of ideas, as the saying is; but he co
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ts ofideas to a boy with a string. Then, too,whenever he came upon an old kettle or potor pan, he sat down right there and then!No whistling, no knee-patting, no old-man-ning could make him rise until the boys hadmoved on a bit. He was not cross, only firm —very firm ! Pleasantly but very solidly he satdown hard and fast to guard that long tail of his,tucked safely beneath him. You see, his memorywas an excellent one. He could see that betweena boy and a dog — even between a swimmingand a whipping — there was a natural associa-tion of ideas, as the saying is; but he considereda dogs tail and a tin kettle as natural enemies. On the day mentioned, after having releasedMan Friday from his painful and humiliatingposition, I returned to the kitchen and sat downto regain my breath, while Mrs. Ames, still vexedover her unjelled jelly, went about puttingeverything in the perfect order her soul had just announced to me that we mightas well go into the sitting-room now, and have. ING, NO OLD-MANNING COULD MAUMS HAD MOVED ON A BIT. LITTLE MAN FRIDAY. a look at those patterns, when I heard therattle of gravel flung from flying feet, and sawMan Friday tear around the house, up theporch steps, and into the kitchen, where heflung himself against Mrs. Ames with yelps suchas I had never heard from him before; heseemed literally wild with excitement and fear —his eyes so widely strained that they showedthe bloodshot whites, his body shivering, frothabout his jaws! Mrs. Ames rushed towardthe door, crying out: He s mad — as sure syou re alive, he is ! But I had risen, and, looking beyond ManFriday into space, an awful thought came tome : The children I Friday gave another bound against her, thenrushed out to the head of the steps. Lookingback and seeing that he was not followed, hesat down suddenly, lifted his muzzle, and gaveforth a long howl. Mercy me! Mrs. Ames exclaimed, thedog s alone! and then she called loudly: Harry ! Harry ! Susie !
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