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THE DOG. 
and, when we arrived opposite the gate, 
made me understand that he wanted to be 
let in. I opened the gate for him, and he 
disappeared; but always afterwards, when¬ 
ever I encountered him, he would always 
turn, and walk a few yards with me, and 
then, making his bow, return to his master. 
I presume you have all heard the anecdote 
of the dog whose leg was set by the 
surgeon?” 
“I haven’t,” said Antoinette. “Please 
tell it, aunt.” 
“ A benevolent surgeon in the course of 
his walks found a small dog with one of his 
legs broken. He took it home and splin¬ 
tered the limb properly: the dog got well, 
and presently afterwards disappeared. Some 
months after, and when he had quite for¬ 
gotten the occurrence, on opening his door 
the surgeon found his former patient wait¬ 
ing for him, accompanied by another dog 
suffering from the same kind of injury. 
He testified the greatest joy at the sight of 
his benefactor, and made him clearly un¬ 
derstand that he wanted that dog’s leg 
cured as his had been. The gentleman, 
greatly diverted at the new sort of practice 
