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obedience, which his master, in the interests 

 of the delicate foreigner, was determined to 

 inflict. A commodious and elegant residence 

 was fitted up in the study for Wow, and he 

 was permitted free access to the upper floors 

 of the house, but the line was drawn at the 

 kitchen staircase. That way lay bones and 

 ruin, and its easy descent was interdicted by 

 stern command, which Wow understood as 

 clearly as did its utterer, though he at first 

 affected a simple and unconscious misappre- 

 hension. Then Wow was reproved and 

 gently chastised, an administration of justice 

 performed with the utmost reluctance by 

 his master, but with the happiest results. 

 Nothing could be more admirable than 

 Wow's submission, more perfect than his 

 obedience. He never looked towards the 

 kitchen stairs, and would attend at the family 

 meals without following the retiring dishes 

 with a wistful gaze, or betraying a longing 

 for the forbidden bones by so much as a sniff. 

 Attached to the lower department of the 

 household is a humble cat, a faithful creature 

 in her way, but not cultivated by my friend 



