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"
And
now
you
know
me
,
"
I
said
,
"
do
you
want
to
be
like
me
still
?
I
am
a
curious
person
to
attach
oneself
to
,
Paterson
;
do
n't
you
see
that
even
David
often
smiles
at
me
when
he
thinks
he
is
unobserved
.
I
work
very
hard
to
retain
that
little
boy
's
love
;
but
I
shall
lose
him
soon
;
even
now
I
am
not
what
I
was
to
him
;
in
a
year
or
two
at
longest
,
Paterson
,
David
will
grow
out
of
me
.
"
The
poor
fellow
shot
out
his
hand
to
me
,
but
"
No
,
"
said
I
,
"
you
have
found
me
out
.
Everybody
finds
me
out
except
my
dog
,
and
that
is
why
the
loss
of
him
makes
such
a
difference
to
me
.
Shall
we
go
,
Paterson
?
"
He
would
not
come
with
me
,
and
I
left
him
on
the
seat
;
when
I
was
far
away
I
looked
back
,
and
he
was
still
sitting
there
forlornly
.
For
long
I
could
not
close
my
ears
that
night
:
I
lay
listening
,
I
knew
not
what
for
.
A
scare
was
on
me
that
made
me
dislike
the
dark
,
and
I
switched
on
the
light
and
slept
at
last
.
I
was
roused
by
a
great
to-do
in
the
early
morning
,
servants
knocking
excitedly
,
and
my
door
opened
,
and
the
dear
Porthos
I
had
mourned
so
long
tore
in
.
They
had
heard
his
bark
,
but
whence
he
came
no
one
knew
.
He
was
in
excellent
condition
,
and
after
he
had
leaped
upon
me
from
all
points
I
flung
him
on
the
floor
by
a
trick
I
know
,
and
lay
down
beside
him
,
while
he
put
his
protecting
arm
round
me
and
looked
at
me
with
the
old
adoring
eyes
.
But
we
never
saw
Paterson
again
.
You
may
think
as
you
choose
.
Wise
children
always
choose
a
mother
who
was
a
shocking
flirt
in
her
maiden
days
,
and
so
had
several
offers
before
she
accepted
their
fortunate
papa
.
The
reason
they
do
this
is
because
every
offer
refused
by
their
mother
means
another
pantomime
to
them
.
You
see
you
ca
n't
trust
to
your
father
's
taking
you
to
the
pantomime
,
but
you
can
trust
to
every
one
of
the
poor
frenzied
gentlemen
for
whom
that
lady
has
wept
a
delicious
little
tear
on
her
lovely
little
cambric
handkerchief
.
It
is
pretty
(
but
dreadfully
affecting
)
to
see
them
on
Boxing
Night
gathering
together
the
babies
of
their
old
loves
.
Some
knock
at
but
one
door
and
bring
a
hansom
,
but
others
go
from
street
to
street
in
private
'
buses
,
and
even
wear
false
noses
to
conceal
the
sufferings
you
inflict
upon
them
as
you
grew
more
and
more
like
your
sweet
cruel
mamma
.
So
I
took
David
to
the
pantomime
,
and
I
hope
you
follow
my
reasoning
,
for
I
do
n't
.
He
went
with
the
fairest
anticipations
,
pausing
on
the
threshold
to
peer
through
the
hole
in
the
little
house
called
"
Pay
Here
,
"
which
he
thought
was
Red
Riding
Hood
's
residence
,
and
asked
politely
whether
he
might
see
her
,
but
they
said
she
had
gone
to
the
wood
,
and
it
was
quite
true
,
for
there
she
was
in
the
wood
gathering
a
stick
for
her
grandmother
's
fire
.
She
sang
a
beautiful
song
about
the
Boys
and
their
dashing
ways
,
which
flattered
David
considerably
,
but
she
forgot
to
take
away
the
stick
after
all
.
Other
parts
of
the
play
were
not
so
nice
,
but
David
thought
it
all
lovely
,
he
really
did
.
Yet
he
left
the
place
in
tears
.
All
the
way
home
he
sobbed
in
the
darkest
corner
of
the
growler
,
and
if
I
tried
to
comfort
him
he
struck
me
.
