Around the tea-table . eared with a look of consternation,her cap-strings flying in the cold wind. I tried toexplain, but the aforesaid untimely hilarity hinderedme. All I could do was to point at the flyingfreezer and the adjoining dog and ask her to calloff her freezer, and, with assumed indignation, de-mand what she meant by trying to kill my grey-hound. The poor dogs every attempt at escape onlywedged himself more thoroughly fast. But aftera while, in time to save the dog, though not tosave the ice-cream, my neighbor and myselfeffected a rescue. Edwin Landseer, the greatpainter of dogs and
Around the tea-table . eared with a look of consternation,her cap-strings flying in the cold wind. I tried toexplain, but the aforesaid untimely hilarity hinderedme. All I could do was to point at the flyingfreezer and the adjoining dog and ask her to calloff her freezer, and, with assumed indignation, de-mand what she meant by trying to kill my grey-hound. The poor dogs every attempt at escape onlywedged himself more thoroughly fast. But aftera while, in time to save the dog, though not tosave the ice-cream, my neighbor and myselfeffected a rescue. Edwin Landseer, the greatpainter of dogs and their friends, missed his bestchance by not being there when the parishionertook hold of the freezer and the pastor seized thedogs tail, and, pulling mightily in opposite direc-tions, they each got possession of their own prop-erty. Carlo was cured of his love for luxuries, and thesight of a freezer on the back steps till the clay ofhis death would send him howling away. Carlo found, as many people have found, that it. CARLO AND THE FREEZER. 43 is easier to get into trouble than to get could be more delicious than while hewas eating his way in, but what must have beenhis feelings when he found it impossible to getout! While he was stealing the freezer the freez-er stole him. Lesson for dogs and men ! Come in ! saysthe gray spider to the house-fly; I have enter-tained a great many flies. I have plenty of room,fine meals and a gay life. Walk on this suspension-bridge. Give me your hand. Come in, my sweetlady fly. These walls are covered with silk, andthe tapestry is gobelin. I am a wonderful have eight eyes, and of course can see your bestinterest. Philosophers have written volumes aboutmy antennae and cephalothorax. House-fly walksgently in. The web rocks like a cradle in thebreeze. The house-fly feels honored to be theguest of such a big spider. WTe all have regardfor big bugs. But what is this ? cries the fly,pointing to a broken wing, and this fragment
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