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IN AFRICA 
in the bulrushes, and in honor of her Wanderobo 
associations we again changed her name to “Little 
Wanderobo Dog.” So far as I know, she is the only 
dog in history who has had three separate and dis¬ 
tinct names within two hours. Of course, there are 
people who have called dogs more than three dif¬ 
ferent names in much less time, but they were not 
Christian names. One of the bachelor members of 
the committee, who is known to be a woman-hater, 
conferred the honorary title of the pronoun “he” 
on Little Wanderobo Dog, and she has been “he” 
ever since. But not without a bitter fight by those 
of the committee who think the pronoun “she” is 
infinitely more to be admired. 
Little Wanderobo Dog did not wait to be adopt¬ 
ed. He adopted us, but not ostentatiously at first— 
just a friendly wag here and there to show that he 
had at last found what he was looking for. By de¬ 
grees he became more friendly and genial, so that 
at the end of an hour he was thoroughly one of us. 
I have never seen a milder-eyed dog than Little 
Wanderobo. Innocence and guilelessness struggled 
for supremacy, with “confidence in strangers” a 
close third. You couldn’t help liking him, for with 
those meek and gentle eyes, together with manners 
above reproach, he simply walked into your heart 
and made himself at home. 
I think that we were a good deal of a surprise to 
him. In all his short young life he had probably 
never known anything but kicks and cuffs. When 
he met a stranger he naturally expected to have 
