Snap 
nothing but thick woollen bedclothes saved me 
from being maimed for life. 
I was an hour moving my feet—a hair’s- 
breadth at a time—till they were so that I could 
sleep in comfort; and I was awakened several 
times during the night by angry snarls from 
the Dog—I suppose because I dared to move 
a toe without his approval, though once I be- 
lieve he did it simply because I was snoring. 
In the morning I was ready to get up before 
Snap was. Yousee, I call him Snap—Ginger- 
snap in full. Some Dogs are hard to name, 
and some do not seem to need it—they name 
themselves. 
I was ready to rise at seven. Snap was not 
ready till eight, so we rose at eight. He had 
little to say to the man who made the fire. 
He allowed me to dress without doing it on 
the table. As I left the room to get breakfast, 
I remarked: 
“Snap, my friend, some men would whip 
you into a different way, but I think I know 
a better plan. The doctors nowadays favor 
the ‘no-breakfast cure.’ I shall try that.” 
It seemed cruel, but I left him without food 
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