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them &quot; ; and Prince would dash into the house, and run 

 hither and thither with his nose to every nook and corner 

 of the room ; and, no matter how artfully they were hid, 

 he would upset and tear his way to them. He would turn 

 up the corners of the carpet, snuff about the bed, run his 

 nose between the feather-bed and mattress, pry into the 

 crack of a half-opened drawer, and show as much zeal and 

 ingenuity as a policeman, and seldom could anything be so 

 hid as to baffle his perseverance. 



Many people laugh at the idea of being careful of a 



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