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to let liim out into the hall and inspect the place 

 where I always put my hat ; if tliat was there, 

 he would return to the drawing-room and rest 

 contented; but if it was not there, then he would 

 invite Mrs. Berkeley to follow him to open the 

 doors, and thus go with her to the highest room 

 in the house, and, standing up with his fore-feet 

 on the window-sill, look each way in the hope 

 of seeing me. He would do the same if he saw 

 me take my hat in riding gear, and knew that I 

 was going out, and, having watched me till I 

 was out of sight, then he would return to the 

 drawing-room with Mrs. Berkeley and bo restfully 

 content. '^Instinct" did not teach him all this, 

 it was reason, it was thought — thought combined 

 for special object and particular purj^ose. 



Brenda, my sweet little Brenda, wlio won a 

 prize at the coursing matches we used to have at 

 the Greeway, near Cheltenham, during the life 

 of my dear friend, the late William Lawrence, its 

 then owner, she had the gift of reason in the 

 most perfect and wonderful degree; and when 

 I had been in town for some days attending a 

 Parliamentary debate, and ]\Irs. Berkeley heard 

 me arrive at home, she liad simply to say to 



