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A Dog Day
Copyright, 1902, by William Heinemann.
All rights reserved.
Entered at Stationers Hall, London, England.
Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A.
A DOG DAY
A.M.
7
Woke up feeling rather below par, owing todisturbed rest. Hardly enough energy to stretch myself.In the middle of the night a strange man came in by thekitchen window, very quietly, with a bag. I chummed upto him at once. He was nice to me, and I was nice tohim. He got me down a piece of meat that I could notreach myself. While I was engaged on this, he took awhole lot of silver things and put them into the bag.Then, as he was leaving, the brute—I believe, now, itwas an accident—trod on my toe, making me yelp withpain. I bit him heartily, and he dropped his bag, andscurried off through the window again. My yelpingsoon woke up the whole house, and, in a very short time,old Mr. Brown and young Mr. Brown appear. Theyat once spot the bag of silver. They then declare I havesaved the house, and make no end of fuss with me. Iam a her