genes my answer is ready : " He went to the 

 window where Florence was sitting, looking 

 on, rose up on his hind-legs, with his awkward 

 forepaws on her shoulders, licked her face and 

 hands, nestled his great head against her heart, 

 and wagged his tail till he was tired. Finally, 

 Diogenes coiled himself up at her feet and 

 went to sleep." And, in regard to the larger 

 question of Nature's intentions, I would have 

 you show yourself a little less sure. Is it, after 

 all, so manifestly clear that she intended you 

 for a house ? Is there not a suspicion that 

 she formed you for an arboreal dwelling, and 

 that it was only ambition and the decrease of 

 tails that rescued you and all of us from a pre- 

 hensile branch-to-branch existence ? A little 

 more modesty would better become you when 

 your dog pleads for occasional admittance to 

 your home. Heaven forbid that I should ask 

 you to undog your dog. As a matter of facl 

 you cannot do it, however much you may try. 

 A dog will still be a dog : his tail will still 

 wag and may sometimes sweep away a knick- 

 1 3 %& knack ; 



