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," 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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