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head very high, and the long rake very judiciously bal 

 anced in his mouth. 



One day a friend was wondering at the sagacity of the 

 dog, and his master thought he would show off his tricks 

 in a still more original style ; and so, calling Prince to 

 him, he said, &quot; Go home and bring Puss to me ! &quot; 



Away bounded Prince towards the farm-house, and, look 

 ing about, found the younger of the two cats, fair Mistress 

 Daisy, busy cleaning her white velvet in the summer sun. 

 Prince took her gently up by the nape of her neck, and 

 carried her, hanging head and heels together, to the fields, 

 and laid her down at his master s feet. 



&quot; How s this, Prince ? &quot; said the master ; &quot; you did n t 

 understand me. I said the cat, and this is the kitten. 

 Go right back and bring the old cat.&quot; 



Prince looked very much ashamed of his mistake, and 

 turned away, with drooping ears and tail, and went back 

 to the house. 



The old cat was a venerable, somewhat portly old dame, 

 and no small lift for Prince ; but he reappeared with old 

 Puss hanging from his jaws, and set her down, a little dis 

 composed, but not a whit hurt by her unexpected ride. 



Sometimes, to try Prince s skill, his master would hide 

 his gloves or riding-whip in some out-of-the-way corner, 

 and when ready to start, would say, &quot; Now, where have I 

 left my gloves ? Prince, good fellow, run in, and find 



