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Montmorency
was
in
it
all
,
of
course
.
Montmorency
's
ambition
in
life
,
is
to
get
in
the
way
and
be
sworn
at
.
If
he
can
squirm
in
anywhere
where
he
particularly
is
not
wanted
,
and
be
a
perfect
nuisance
,
and
make
people
mad
,
and
have
things
thrown
at
his
head
,
then
he
feels
his
day
has
not
been
wasted
.
To
get
somebody
to
stumble
over
him
,
and
curse
him
steadily
for
an
hour
,
is
his
highest
aim
and
object
;
and
,
when
he
has
succeeded
in
accomplishing
this
,
his
conceit
becomes
quite
unbearable
.
He
came
and
sat
down
on
things
,
just
when
they
were
wanted
to
be
packed
;
and
he
laboured
under
the
fixed
belief
that
,
whenever
Harris
or
George
reached
out
their
hand
for
anything
,
it
was
his
cold
,
damp
nose
that
they
wanted
.
He
put
his
leg
into
the
jam
,
and
he
worried
the
teaspoons
,
and
he
pretended
that
the
lemons
were
rats
,
and
got
into
the
hamper
and
killed
three
of
them
before
Harris
could
land
him
with
the
frying-pan
.
Harris
said
I
encouraged
him
.
I
did
n't
encourage
him
.
A
dog
like
that
do
n't
want
any
encouragement
.
It
's
the
natural
,
original
sin
that
is
born
in
him
that
makes
him
do
things
like
that
.
The
packing
was
done
at
12.50
;
and
Harris
sat
on
the
big
hamper
,
and
said
he
hoped
nothing
would
be
found
broken
.
George
said
that
if
anything
was
broken
it
was
broken
,
which
reflection
seemed
to
comfort
him
.
He
also
said
he
was
ready
for
bed
.
We
were
all
ready
for
bed
.
Harris
was
to
sleep
with
us
that
night
,
and
we
went
upstairs
.
We
tossed
for
beds
,
and
Harris
had
to
sleep
with
me
.
He
said
:
"
Do
you
prefer
the
inside
or
the
outside
,
J.
?
"
I
said
I
generally
preferred
to
sleep
inside
a
bed
.
Harris
said
it
was
old
.
