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On Sunday night my wife put my everyday 

 working-jacket in my elbow-chair for Crib 

 to sleep on as usual. He went and looked 

 at the coat, then crossed the room, looked at 

 and smelt my black Sunday coat. My wife 

 asked him, ' Do you want Daddy's Sunday 

 coat ? ' and he answered with a ' bow-wow.' 

 She took the coat, removed the one that 

 he was in, and before she could place the 

 other, Crib was in the chair. She took 

 the coat, remarking that he could not 

 have the Sunday coat, and replaced 

 the other. Looking very disappointed he 

 jumped down, and remained all night on 

 the cold stones. The undisturbed cushion 

 showed that he never went to his usual bed. 

 Crib always took tea, but would not drink it 

 except from my wife's saucer, which was dif- 

 ferent from the rest. If it was given in any 

 other he would go and look, but would not 

 touch it till it was put in my wife's saucer. 

 Being a Good Templar I was accustomed to 

 take from home a jug of cold water on 

 'Lodge' night, Friday. Crib unperceived 

 followed us one night. He was admitted, 



