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Mr. Hopper is just coming round the corner of the farm 

 buildings on his way to the Trent, not many minutes after the 

 above conversation. Tableau Little Miss Hopper flying for 

 her very life, in strides of at least seven feet, from the aforesaid 

 Rachel, who with tail well up in the air and head down is 

 careering madly in pursuit, a few feet in the rear of little 

 Miss H. The friendly fence is reached just in time and 

 scrambled over in breathless haste. Mr. Hopper intimates to 

 his brave little daughter that he thought she was not afraid of 

 dear old Rachel. Well, no more she was, but Rachel was 

 rather frisky that morning; moreover she could play with 

 Rachel quite as well from the other side of the fence. Oh ! 

 little Miss Hopper! 



