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the very existence of this little possession of ours 
that to lose him seems like losing a piece, and 
moreover a considerable piece of it. If the pegs 
and the marking-tapes have been our contribu- 
tions, all the solid work, the earth turning and 
delving, the trenching, the grass-sowing, the 
cutting down of trees, above all the intermin- 
able pitchfork operations, have been his, and his 
satellite's. Surely then he has a right to regard 
himself as its creator? Our good, old, kindly, 
argumentative Cuttle! The familiar little nooks 
and corners, cultivated, wild, half wild, will hardly 
seem so entirely themselves ; hardly so intimately 
familiar, without your friendly face! 
