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And
David
did
some
adorable
things
.
For
instance
,
he
used
my
pockets
as
receptacles
into
which
he
put
any
article
he
might
not
happen
to
want
at
the
moment
.
He
shoved
it
in
,
quite
as
if
they
were
his
own
pockets
,
without
saying
,
By
your
leave
,
and
perhaps
I
discovered
it
on
reaching
home
--
a
tin-soldier
,
or
a
pistol
--
when
I
put
it
on
my
mantle-shelf
and
sighed
.
And
here
is
another
pleasant
memory
.
One
day
I
had
been
over-friendly
to
another
boy
,
and
,
after
enduring
it
for
some
time
David
up
and
struck
him
.
It
was
exactly
as
Porthos
does
,
when
I
favour
other
dogs
(
he
knocks
them
down
with
his
foot
and
stands
over
them
,
looking
very
noble
and
stern
)
,
so
I
knew
its
meaning
at
once
;
it
was
David
's
first
public
intimation
that
he
knew
I
belonged
to
him
.
Irene
scolded
him
for
striking
that
boy
,
and
made
him
stand
in
disgrace
at
the
corner
of
a
seat
in
the
Broad
Walk
.
The
seat
at
the
corner
of
which
David
stood
suffering
for
love
of
me
,
is
the
one
nearest
to
the
Round
Pond
to
persons
coming
from
the
north
.
You
may
be
sure
that
she
and
I
had
words
over
this
fiendish
cruelty
.
When
next
we
met
I
treated
her
as
one
who
no
longer
existed
,
and
at
first
she
bridled
and
then
was
depressed
,
and
as
I
was
going
away
she
burst
into
tears
.
She
cried
because
neither
at
meeting
nor
parting
had
I
lifted
my
hat
to
her
,
a
foolish
custom
of
mine
,
of
which
,
as
I
now
learned
to
my
surprise
,
she
was
very
proud
.
She
and
I
still
have
our
tiffs
,
but
I
have
never
since
then
forgotten
to
lift
my
hat
to
Irene
.
I
also
made
her
promise
to
bow
to
me
,
at
which
she
affected
to
scoff
,
saying
I
was
taking
my
fun
of
her
,
but
she
was
really
pleased
,
and
I
tell
you
,
Irene
has
one
of
the
prettiest
and
most
touching
little
bows
imaginable
;
it
is
half
to
the
side
(
if
I
may
so
express
myself
)
,
which
has
always
been
my
favourite
bow
,
and
,
I
doubt
not
,
she
acquired
it
by
watching
Mary
.
I
should
be
sorry
to
have
it
thought
,
as
you
may
now
be
thinking
,
that
I
look
on
children
as
on
puppy-dogs
,
who
care
only
for
play
.
Perhaps
that
was
my
idea
when
first
I
tried
to
lure
David
to
my
unaccustomed
arms
,
and
even
for
some
time
after
,
for
if
I
am
to
be
candid
,
I
must
own
that
until
he
was
three
years
old
I
sought
merely
to
amuse
him
.
God
forgive
me
,
but
I
had
only
one
day
a
week
in
which
to
capture
him
,
and
I
was
very
raw
at
the
business
.
I
was
about
to
say
that
David
opened
my
eyes
to
the
folly
of
it
,
but
really
I
think
this
was
Irene
's
doing
.
Watching
her
with
children
I
learned
that
partial
as
they
are
to
fun
they
are
moved
almost
more
profoundly
by
moral
excellence
.
So
fond
of
babes
was
this
little
mother
that
she
had
always
room
near
her
for
one
more
,
and
often
have
I
seen
her
in
the
Gardens
,
the
centre
of
a
dozen
mites
who
gazed
awestruck
at
her
while
she
told
them
severely
how
little
ladies
and
gentlemen
behave
.
They
were
children
of
the
well-to-pass
,
and
she
was
from
Drury
Lane
,
but
they
believed
in
her
as
the
greatest
of
all
authorities
on
little
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
and
the
more
they
heard
of
how
these
romantic
creatures
keep
themselves
tidy
and
avoid
pools
and
wait
till
they
come
to
a
gate
,
the
more
they
admired
them
,
though
their
faces
showed
how
profoundly
they
felt
that
to
be
little
ladies
and
gentlemen
was
not
for
them
.
You
ca
n't
think
what
hopeless
little
faces
they
were
.
Children
are
not
at
all
like
puppies
,
I
have
said
.
But
do
puppies
care
only
for
play
?
That
wistful
look
,
which
the
merriest
of
them
sometimes
wear
,
I
wonder
whether
it
means
that
they
would
like
to
hear
about
the
good
puppies
?
As
you
shall
see
,
I
invented
many
stories
for
David
,
practising
the
telling
of
them
by
my
fireside
as
if
they
were
conjuring
feats
,
while
Irene
knew
only
one
,
but
she
told
it
as
never
has
any
other
fairy-tale
been
told
in
my
hearing
.
It
was
the
prettiest
of
them
all
,
and
was
recited
by
the
heroine
.
"
Why
were
the
king
and
queen
not
at
home
?
"
David
would
ask
her
breathlessly
.
