OUR FRIEND THE DOG 



who cannot approach, by con- 

 stantly putting out at him its 

 fiery tongue. The clock, bored 

 in its oak case, before striking 

 the august hour of meal time, 

 swings its great gilt navel to 

 and fro ; and the cunning flies 

 tease your ears. On the glitter- 

 ing table lie a chicken, a hare, 

 three partridges, besides other 

 things which are called fruits 

 peaches, melons, grapes and 

 which are all good for nothing. 

 The cook guts a big silver fish 



H 25 h 



