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Then
Bobby
rushed
out
into
the
hall
,
and
a
second
later
he
returned
,
and
in
his
arms
he
was
carrying
--
oh
,
it
could
n't
be
true
!
In
his
arms
he
was
carrying
a
small
,
wire-haired
dachshund
puppy
.
"
Is
it
my
real
dog
?
"
whispered
Eric
.
There
were
tears
still
in
his
eyes
when
he
stretched
out
his
arms
for
Bimbo
.
He
looked
as
if
he
thought
the
puppy
would
at
any
moment
go
up
in
smoke
and
disappear
.
But
Bimbo
did
not
disappear
.
Bimbo
was
in
his
arms
,
and
Bimbo
licked
his
face
and
whined
and
barked
and
snapped
at
Eric
's
ears
.
Bimbo
was
really
real
.
"
Are
you
happy
now
,
Eric
?
"
asked
Daddy
.
Eric
sighed
.
How
could
Daddy
ask
such
a
question
?
He
was
so
happy
that
it
hurt
--
somewhere
in
his
soul
,
or
in
his
tummy
,
or
wherever
it
does
hurt
when
you
are
perfectly
happy
.
"
You
see
,
Eric
,
that
velvet
dog
was
meant
to
be
a
toy
for
Bimbo
,
"
said
Betty
.
"
We
did
n't
mean
to
be
horrid
...
not
very
,
anyway
,
"
she
added
.
Eric
forgave
everyone
.
Besides
,
he
was
hardly
listening
.
He
was
talking
to
Bimbo
.
"
Bimbo
,
little
Bimbo
,
you
're
my
dog
!
"
Then
he
said
to
Mommy
,
"
I
think
Bimbo
is
cuter
than
Nicholson
.
Because
wire-haired
dachshunds
are
the
cutest
,
I
think
.
"
