OUR DOGS. 



introduced into the household, his patience gave way. The 

 thing was getting desperate ; we were being overrun with 

 dogs ; our house was no more a house, but a kennel ; it 

 ought to be called Cunopolis, a city of dogs; he could 

 not and would not have it so ; but papa, like most other 

 indulgent old gentlemen, was soon reconciled to the chil- 

 dren's pets. In fact, Giglio was found cowering under the 

 bed-clothes at the Professor's feet not two mornings after 

 his arrival, and the good gentleman descended with him in 

 his arms to breakfast, talking to him in the most devoted 

 manner: "Poor little Giglio, was he cold last night? and 

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