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raan, clutchiDg ua by the arm, " pray do not open 

 de door ; me see quite well here de grand dog ; dey 

 bery fine animals, but so fierce ! '' 



" Oh ! no, not fierce," we said ; '' they only ex- 

 press their joy on seeing their master ; they would 

 not injure a child, so come with me/' 



" Oh 1 no, tank you, I get into de garden, 

 whiles you go in ; '' and into the garden forthwith 

 bolted the Dutchman by the side-door, fearing, we 

 verily believe, they would devour him like a lot of 

 lions. His friend tried in vain to disabuse him of 

 his silly notions on this subject ; and two ladies 

 by whom they were accompanied laughed immo- 

 derately at his cowardice, essaying to shame him 

 out of it by walking with us among them. 



" Look here, Mr. Yan Thyll," cried a lively 

 3^oung lady, pretending to beat one of the largest 

 hounds on the head with her parasol, *' are you 

 afraid now ? " 



" Me do vara well outside de rail ; dat dog know 

 you." 



" Look, you shall see him waltz with me now ; " 

 and taking a foot in each of her tiny hands, she 

 raised him from the ground on liis hind legs, and 

 began walking him round and round, the hound 

 seeming to enjoy the fun. 



" There ! '' she cried, exultingly, " does he not 

 keep step well ? '' 



On his attempting, however, to lick her face, she 

 released him from further gyrations, and bending 

 over his head, said in a low voice, " Dear Archy, I 



