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AND did we say that one could ever in any circum- 

 stances wish Susan into the dogstar? Alas! poor dear 

 &' little Susan, she reposes 



{1 ^^' in a raw, ostentatious 

 grave in the Oak Tree 

 Glade with six bulb 

 spikes at the top of the mound. 

 "We should like to put a granite 

 stone there with the words :" Here 

 lies Susan, a good dog/' All 

 that was possible was done to 

 save her, and she was the most 

 pathetic, gentle, patient creature/ 

 at the very end, seeking blindly with 

 one small paw for her master. 

 Poor Juvenal was so disconsolate 

 that we did not know what to do. 

 We hit, however, on the happy 

 thought of purchasing a small white 

 HighlandTerrier puppy from a litter 

 on sale in the neighbourhood. Bet- 

 tine <thus she has been christened 

 with a fine disregard of local colour) 

 arrived, a dirty, cringing, abject 

 little wretch/ but the atmosphere 

 of Villino Loki has wrought so 



great a change that she is now a perfect imp of mischief and 

 general cheekiness. The Master of the House says she 

 is like a Paris gamin, and that Gavroche is the only name 

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