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his tail down and wagging humbly, his look 

 seeming to say, " May I come in?" 



They did not encourage his hopes, however. 

 He was driven down to the kitchen, and the hall 

 door was closed. But the next day while the 

 Wilsons were at dinner his white face appeared 

 again at the dining-room door. 



The family had a Skye terrier, very old and fat. 

 His one accomplishment was sitting up to beg. He 

 went around the table from one person to another, 

 begging and waving his feathery paws. Some of 

 them rewarded him with bits of food from the table. 



The cur watched the terrier awhile from the half- 

 open door. Then he gravely walked across the floor 

 to Mrs. Wilson, sat down, and after one or two 

 attempts lifted his front paws from the ground and 

 begged just as he had seen the other dog do. 



It was so clever of him to do that of himself that 

 everybody laughed and applauded. After that the 

 cur was accepted as one of the family. He was 

 allowed to come and go as he chose, and was given 

 the name of Fax. 



The little Skye was very jealous. He growled 

 and snarled and tried to pick a quarrel with the 

 new dog. But Fax was very quiet and dignified. 



