

OUR FRIEND THE DOG 



ful through the very fact that 

 they are performed without the 

 master's knowledge. Therefore, 

 let us close the watchful eye that 

 has seen. Let us pretend to sleep 

 and to dream of the moon. . . . 



Hark! A gentle tapping at the 

 blue window that looks out on 

 the garden! What is it? Noth- 

 ing; a bough of hawthorn that 

 has come to see what we are do- 

 ing in the cool kitchen. Trees 

 are inquisitive and often excited ; 

 but they do not count, one has 



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