OUR DOGS. 



introduced into the household, his patience gave way. The 

 thing was getting desperate ; we were being overrun with 

 dogs ; our house was no more a house, but a kennel ; it 

 ought to be called Cunopolis, a city of dogs; he could 

 not and would not have it so ; but papa, like most other 

 indulgent old gentlemen, was soon reconciled to the chil 

 dren s pets. In fact, Giglio was found cowering under the 

 bed-clothes at the Professor s feet not two mornings after 

 his arrival, and the good gentleman descended with him in 

 his arms to breakfast, talking to him in the most devoted 

 manner: &quot;Poor little Giglio, was he cold last night? and 

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