CHAPTER IV 



THY memory lasts both here and there, 

 And thou shalt live as long as we, 



And after that - - thou dost not care, 

 In us was all the world to thee." 



MATTHEW ARNOLD. 



AND so it was settled, then and 

 there, that my little lot was cast 

 with theirs; and papa paid his five 

 good dollars per annum into the city treas- 

 ury and I was recorded as 'Fairy-Moon- 

 light, fawn-and- white gazelle-hound, v and 

 the happy years rolled by. Perchance I 

 was their little good genius, as they said, 

 for no illness nor loss ever came their way. 

 The business throve; they added to their 

 acres; and papa planned and built many 

 homes for others. I was his constant com- 

 panion in his strolls about his estate, and 

 would follow him up the ladder- rungs, story 

 after story, in the new houses, and he would 

 bring me tenderly down in his arms. 



The last puppy mischief that I remember 

 doing was that very spring. I puzzled 

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