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So
they
just
replied
:
"
Good-afternoon
!
"
(
or
,
of
course
,
"
Good-morning
!
"
if
it
was
before
luncheon
)
.
All
day
long
,
no
matter
where
the
children
were
,
they
could
hear
Miss
Lark
calling
,
in
a
very
loud
voice
,
things
like
:
"
Andrew
,
where
are
you
?
"
or
"
Andrew
,
you
must
n't
go
out
without
your
overcoat
!
"
or
"
Andrew
,
come
to
Mother
!
"
And
,
if
you
did
n't
know
,
you
would
think
that
Andrew
must
be
a
little
boy
.
Indeed
,
Jane
thought
that
Miss
Lark
thought
that
Andrew
was
a
little
boy
.
But
Andrew
was
n't
.
He
was
a
dog
--
one
of
those
small
,
silky
,
fluffy
dogs
that
look
like
a
fur
necklet
,
until
they
begin
to
bark
.
But
,
of
course
,
when
they
do
that
you
know
that
they
're
dogs
.
No
fur
necklet
ever
made
a
noise
like
that
.
Now
,
Andrew
led
such
a
luxurious
life
that
you
might
have
thought
he
was
the
Shah
of
Persia
in
disguise
.
He
slept
on
a
silk
pillow
in
Miss
Lark
's
room
;
he
went
by
car
to
the
Hairdresser
's
twice
a
week
to
be
shampooed
;
he
had
cream
for
every
meal
and
sometimes
oysters
,
and
he
possessed
four
overcoats
with
checks
and
stripes
in
different
colours
.
Andrew
's
ordinary
days
were
filled
with
the
kind
of
things
most
people
have
only
on
birthdays
.
And
when
Andrew
himself
had
a
birthday
he
had
two
candles
on
his
cake
for
every
year
,
instead
of
only
one
.
The
effect
of
all
this
was
to
make
Andrew
very
much
disliked
in
the
neighbourhood
.
People
used
to
laugh
heartily
when
they
saw
Andrew
sitting
up
in
the
back
seat
of
Miss
Lark
's
car
on
the
way
to
the
Hairdresser
's
,
with
the
fur
rug
over
his
knees
and
his
best
coat
on
.
And
on
the
day
when
Miss
Lark
bought
him
two
pairs
of
small
leather
boots
so
that
he
could
go
out
in
the
Park
wet
or
fine
,
everybody
in
the
Lane
came
down
to
their
front
gates
to
watch
him
go
by
and
to
smile
secretly
behind
their
hands
.
"
Pooh
!
"
said
Michael
,
as
they
were
watching
Andrew
one
day
through
the
fence
that
separated
Number
Seventeen
from
Next
Door
.
"
Pooh
,
he
's
a
ninkypoop
!
"
