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open. I knelt down and thrust in my arm to 

 its fullest stretch, and then, at the very end 

 of the hole, my fingers encountered a little 

 soft, warm, fluffy ball. The puppy came out 

 quite happy and uninjured, freshly awakened 

 from sleep, having shown that his instinct 

 recognised the suitability of holes in the 

 ground for the accommodation of puppies; 

 just as the hereditary instinct of his mother 

 had led her to prepare one for him, even 

 in a South Kensington garden ! 



FRANCES POWER COBBE. 



