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attached to an improvised spray, the contents of the 

 barrel descend upon Bart's person with hygienic 

 thoroughness, the only drawback being that twelve 

 pails of water have to be carried up the short ladder 

 that leads from floor to barrel top each time the shower 

 is used. Bart, however, seems to enjoy the process 

 immensely, and Larry, by the way in which he lingers 

 about the place and grins, evidently has a secret de- 

 sire to experiment with it himself. 



Larry has been a great comfort up to now, but we 

 both have an undefined idea that one of his periods 

 of "rest" is approaching. He works with feverish 

 haste, alternating with times of sitting and looking at 

 the ground, that I fear bodes no good. He also seems 

 to take a diabolic pleasure in tormenting Amos Opie 

 as regards the general make-up and pedigree of his 

 beloved hound David. 



David has human intelligence in a setting that it 

 would be difficult to classify for a dog-show ; a melan- 

 choly bloodhound strain certainly percolates thor- 

 oughly through him, and his long ears, dewlaps, and 

 front legs, tending to bow, separate him from the fox 

 "'ounds" of Larry's experience. To Amos Opie 

 David is the only type of hound worthy of the name; 

 consequently there has been no little language upon 



