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going until Saturday or Sunday just as if they belonged to 

 different religions, like other people. 



You see on this important subject the puppy cannot ^''y<w\ ( / 

 help me much because he recognizes only two kinds of days»^ » ' 

 .'^black-letter days, which are not bad but lack variety, and 

 red-letter days. The black-letter days are the ones on which 

 he wakes up hungry (but then, he always wakes up hungry, 

 so you see that there's no variety in that), has his meagre 

 breakfast (but then, it's always a meagre breakfast), Visits 

 the cook in the vain hope that she will drop the platter of 

 breakfast bacon (which she never does), cocks his eye at 

 master in the dining-room who by this time is eating his 

 breakfast. This is the period when puppy takes himself 

 well in paw and as a thoroughbred, restrains his very 

 natural desire to show an interest in that platter of bacon. 

 However, he has concluded that it now contains consider- 

 ably less enticing crispiness than it did while he was trying to 

 trip the cook, and anyway he never did see anything but the 

 lower side of that platter, so he is a poor judge of quantity. 

 About this time his master folds up his paper, tells his 

 puppyship, "No, he can't come," and is gone to the office, ' 

 wherever that is. The office seems to be a little outside the 

 doggy mind but it is perfectly dog-clear that children and 

 puppies are not invited, and that they would find there few 

 chipmunks or chickens with which to pass the time of day. 

 It is therefore time to make the usual morning rounds, 

 administering a salutary fright to an over-fat rabbit or a 



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