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course, after that, though Florence barked and howled and 

 rattled her basket, and sometimes showed her great eyes, 

 like two coal-black diamonds, through its lattice-work, 

 nobody saw and nobody heard, and we came unmolested 

 with her to Paris. 



After a while she grew accustomed to her little travel 

 ling carriage, and resigned herself quietly to go to sleep 

 in it ; and so we got her from Paris to Kent, where we 

 stopped a few days to visit some friends in a lovely coun 

 try place called Swaylands. 



Here we had presented to us another pet, that was 

 ever after the chosen companion and fast friend of Flor 

 ence. He was a little Skye terrier, of the color of a Mal 

 tese cat, covered all over with fine, long, silky hair, which 

 hung down so evenly, that it was difficult at the first glance 

 to say which was his head and which his tail. But at the 

 head end there gleamed out a pair of great, soft, speaking 

 eyes, that formed the only beauty of the creature ; and 

 very beautiful they were, in their soft, beseeching loving- 

 ness. 



Poor Rag had the tenderest heart that ever was hid in 

 a bundle of hair ; he was fidelity and devotion itself, and 

 used to lie at our feet in the railroad carriages as still as 

 a gray sheep-skin, only too happy to be there on any 

 terms. It would be too long to tell our travelling adven 

 tures in England ; suffice it to say, that at last we went 



