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before he came and had them.' He had 

 never been known to go there by himself 

 before. An old man, a Quaker named 

 Fletcher, lodged with me, and would fre- 

 quently take Crib a walk. Going across 

 Merstowe Green the clock commenced strik- 

 ing the quarters for five, which was my tea- 

 time. At the first stroke of the clock, the 

 dog stood still, put his head on one side, and 

 attentively listened till the clock struck five. 

 With the last stroke, Crib turned round, ran 

 home, and met me as I went to tea. We 

 had been at opposite ends of the town. Mr. 

 Fletcher arriving at home, the first word was 

 to my wife, ' Mary, what time did Crib 

 come home ? ' ' About three minutes past 

 five.' ' O, beggar him, he knows what 

 o'clock it is ; for as soon as it began striking 

 he stood still and listened ; and as soon as it 

 had struck the last stroke he ran back home.' 

 On another occasion I and Thomas Handy 

 were at work in my cellar. Handy, seated 

 on the second step, pulled out a packet of 

 lollipops, asked me to take one, asked Crib 

 to take one, took one himself, screwed the 



