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‘
It
would
be
so
unkind
to
Jip
!
Besides
,
I
couldn
’
t
be
such
friends
with
any
other
dog
but
Jip
;
because
he
wouldn
’
t
have
known
me
before
I
was
married
,
and
wouldn
’
t
have
barked
at
Doady
when
he
first
came
to
our
house
.
I
couldn
’
t
care
for
any
other
dog
but
Jip
,
I
am
afraid
,
aunt
.
’
‘
To
be
sure
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
patting
her
cheek
again
.
‘
You
are
right
.
’
‘
You
are
not
offended
,
’
said
Dora
.
‘
Are
you
?
’
‘
Why
,
what
a
sensitive
pet
it
is
!
’
cried
my
aunt
,
bending
over
her
affectionately
.
‘
To
think
that
I
could
be
offended
!
’
‘
No
,
no
,
I
didn
’
t
really
think
so
,
’
returned
Dora
;
‘
but
I
am
a
little
tired
,
and
it
made
me
silly
for
a
moment
—
I
am
always
a
silly
little
thing
,
you
know
,
but
it
made
me
more
silly
—
to
talk
about
Jip
.
He
has
known
me
in
all
that
has
happened
to
me
,
haven
’
t
you
,
Jip
?
And
I
couldn
’
t
bear
to
slight
him
,
because
he
was
a
little
altered
—
could
I
,
Jip
?
’
Jip
nestled
closer
to
his
mistress
,
and
lazily
licked
her
hand
.
‘
You
are
not
so
old
,
Jip
,
are
you
,
that
you
’
ll
leave
your
mistress
yet
?
’
said
Dora
.
‘
We
may
keep
one
another
company
a
little
longer
!
’
My
pretty
Dora
!
When
she
came
down
to
dinner
on
the
ensuing
Sunday
,
and
was
so
glad
to
see
old
Traddles
(
who
always
dined
with
us
on
Sunday
)
,
we
thought
she
would
be
‘
running
about
as
she
used
to
do
’
,
in
a
few
days
.
But
they
said
,
wait
a
few
days
more
;
and
then
,
wait
a
few
days
more
;
and
still
she
neither
ran
nor
walked
She
looked
very
pretty
,
and
was
very
merry
;
but
the
little
feet
that
used
to
be
so
nimble
when
they
danced
round
Jip
,
were
dull
and
motionless
.
I
began
to
carry
her
downstairs
every
morning
,
and
upstairs
every
night
.
She
would
clasp
me
round
the
neck
and
laugh
,
the
while
,
as
if
I
did
it
for
a
wager
.
Jip
would
bark
and
caper
round
us
,
and
go
on
before
,
and
look
back
on
the
landing
,
breathing
short
,
to
see
that
we
were
coming
.
My
aunt
,
the
best
and
most
cheerful
of
nurses
,
would
trudge
after
us
,
a
moving
mass
of
shawls
and
pillows
.
Mr
.
Dick
would
not
have
relinquished
his
post
of
candle
-
bearer
to
anyone
alive
.
Traddles
would
be
often
at
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
,
looking
on
,
and
taking
charge
of
sportive
messages
from
Dora
to
the
dearest
girl
in
the
world
.
We
made
quite
a
gay
procession
of
it
,
and
my
child
-
wife
was
the
gayest
there
.
