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till I got up and opened it, when she ran in, 

 still barking, and waited till I was ready to 

 go down with her. She scampered on before 

 me, I following close, and when we both 

 reached the hall she dashed still barking to 

 the door, to show me whence her alarm had 

 arisen. It was the policeman turning the 

 handle of the door from the outside to see if 

 it was properly closed ! One night, a long 

 time after the first adventure, I was wakened 

 by a quiet scratch at the door of my room. 

 No barking this time ; but, tiresome as it 

 was to be disturbed on a cold night, I got up 

 and opened the door, and was conscious in 

 the darkness that Frisk was standing there. 

 ''Come in, Frisk," said I. But no move- 

 ment ; Frisk stood waiting. " Come in, 

 Frisk," I repeated, somewhat sharply. No 

 movement, no bark! Then, being sure that 

 something must be wrong, I lighted a candle, 

 and there stood Frisk outside the door, 

 never offering to come in. She trotted 

 quietly down before me, not speaking a 

 word. When we were both through the 

 swing-door, and at the head of the stairs, 



