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care of the veterinary surgeon. On her 

 return, she was cordially welcomed by Fan 

 and myself ; but when she rushed upstairs to 

 the room of her best friend (then confined to 

 her bed), my mind forboded mischief. We 

 followed, and I opened the door. With one 

 bound Rose flew into her best friend's arms, 

 taking Fan's very own place, and was lost 

 in a rapture of licking and being caressed. 

 Fan flew after her, but to my amazement, 

 instead of the fury I expected, it was to join 

 with heart and tongue in the licking and 

 caressing. She licked Rose as if she had 

 been a long-lost puppy, instead of an in- 

 truder ; and then, of her own accord, turned 

 away, leaving Rose in possession, and took 

 up a distant place on the foot of the bed, 

 appealing to me with an almost human 

 expression of mingled feelings the heroic 

 self-abnegation of new-born sympathy strug- 

 gling with natural jealousy. The better 

 feelings triumphed (not, of course, unsup- 

 ported by human recognition and applause), 

 till both dogs fell asleep in their strangely 

 reversed positions. After this, there was a 



