Chapter XII 



Scraggkf Last Day 



IT was Thursday, August 3, 1905. 

 We (that is, Scraggles and I) had 

 had a good day together. We went out 

 and I dug worms for her, and she seemed 

 happy and improving in health and 

 appearance. During the day she fol- 

 lowed me out to the bath-room and all 

 around several times, and when I went to 

 lie down and read she came and insisted 

 upon my holding her, or allowing her to 

 sit on my hand. When I moved to 

 turn the page she jumped upon my 

 sleeve and hopped up to my shoulder 

 and neck, where she stayed for half an 

 hour or more. This was a new trick, 



