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once more and ate another big hole for the stick ! And 

 on another occasion he followed my father into church 

 through the medium of a stained-glass window. And 

 by-and-by " Apollo " had to be given up. 



Then there is the story of " Roughie " : a stupid 

 beast, who was never of the smallest use to anybody, 

 and cared for nothing and no one in the world except 

 himself. " Bosco," a skye-terrier, is only casually 

 mentioned in " Petland Eevisited." He was the last of 

 my father's own dogs, and lived with us from infancy to 

 old age. " Jock," who came to us after we went to live 

 at St. Peter's, and has been the chief subject of more 

 than one magazine article, was practically my property, 

 and only acknowledged my father as a sort of deputy 

 master. 



Of cats, there were a long series, beginning with 

 " Pret," whose life and adventures occupy the first five 

 chapters of " Petland Eevisited." After him we had 

 more than I could possibly reckon up (eighteen in the 

 house at one time, inclusive of kittens !), most of which 

 have served as the subjects of an article or two in one 

 of the magazines. Our two present cats, " Bunny " and 

 " Fluff," have had most of their deeds recorded in The 

 Child's Pictorial. 



We once had a raven, who came to us in a hamper, 

 went by the suggestive name of " Grip," and had a big 

 cage and a long wire " run " made for him in the yard 

 outside the kitchen. He was a vicious brute, and never 

 evinced the smallest affection for anybody, impartially 

 pecking ,at us all, whenever we went near enough to his 



