OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



" Let not thy dogs be the last of thy cares/' . . . There 



was something prophetic about it ! 



Here, two score of years later, as I dream of the past, 

 lies Arabella stretched by the fire, now and again heaving 

 her great sighs of comfort. Bettina, curled at my feet, 

 looks up adoringly at the master and wags her stump of 

 tail whenever she meets his eye. As for Prince Loki, he 

 has commandeered the best deep armchair, where he lies 

 flat on his back, with front paws folded upon his bosom, 

 and hind legs stretched out in abandoned beatific fashion, 

 snoring melodiously. . . . Cura canum postrema, indeed ! 



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