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He was a very handsome dog. He was tan- 

 colored with a white Hne down his forehead and a 

 white breast. The color deepened about his nose 

 to a velvety blackness. 



He was so big that his back was on a level with 

 the dining-room table. He could look across it and 

 see what there was to eat, but he was too well-bred 

 to ask for anything. 



When Barry wagged his tail in the house he 

 generally knocked something over. Then there 

 was a crash. Barry learned to know this. When 

 we saw something going and shouted ''Barry I" 

 he would drop his tail hastily and look behind him. 

 His look seemed to say, " Oh dear! What have 

 I done now ?" 



Once he knocked a little child over by wagging 

 his tail when he stood close by it. When it cried 

 Barry was very sorry. He wanted to lick the tears 

 from its face. 



Barry loved all children, and all little helpless 

 things. The children in the street used to run up 

 to him and pat him and hang on to his collar or even 

 his tail. Barry never hurt them or even so much 

 as growled. 



At different times several small kittens were 



