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liked to tuck nuts and things under his broad cok 

 lar. But Barry was never cross to it. 



After it died he hunted for it everywhere with an 

 anxious k:)ok. For years afterward if any one called 

 " Connie, Coonie," Barry would start up eagerly 

 and look all around, — back of sofas and chairs, or out 



Barry and the Raccoon 



in the hall. Then he would come back and look 

 into his mistress's face, and whine. He seemed 

 never to forget his little friend. 



Barry's mistress always felt perfectly safe when he 

 was with her. One evening she had to <jo out on an 



