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sible, they obey the wind, which 

 has no principles.    But what 

 is that ? I hear steps !   . Up, 

 ears open; nose on the alert! 

 . .  It is the baker coming up to 

 the rails, while the postman is 

 opening a little gate in the hedge 

 of lime-trees. They are friends ; 

 it is well; they bring something: 

 you can greet them and wag your 

 tail discreetly twice or thrice, with 

 a patronizing smile. 



Another alarm! What 

 now? A carriage pulls up 

 front of the steps. The probl 



What is it 

 pulls up in 

 rhe problem 1^^ 



