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thought we should be killed by that which 

 seldom forms the ground of coroners' inquests 

 • — excessive kindness. ' ' 



** Well! " exclaimed I, " since we have 

 but two days remaining, we must endeavour 

 to wind up the season with a good finish." 



"To be sure," returned Trimbush; " a 

 brace more of noses must be added to the 

 account, at least." 



" How tired I shall be of kennel life 

 throughout the long, hot summer," said I, 

 with a whine at the thought. 



"It is rather monotonous, I must say," 

 replied my companion. 



" And then to be continually shut up," 

 rejoined I. 



'• Oh ! but you'll not be," added he. " We 

 are taken out always at daybreak, when the 

 air and ground are nice and cool, and have a 

 gentle trot for some eight or ten miles. Then 

 a certain number, from three to four couple, 

 are allowed, in turns, to remain at large all 

 day about the kennel, or where we like, so 

 -long as we don't get into mischief." 



" That's very kind and considerate," said 

 I, " and contributes greatly to our happi- 

 ness. ' ' 



