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She held out her hands, she spoke to them, telling who she was, but no one paid any attention; only the little dog Fido, who had been basking by the fire, sprang up, looked at her, and retreating slowly backwards till he reached the wall, sat down there and looked at her again, with now and then a little bark of inquiry. The dog saw her. This gave her a curious pang of humiliation, yet pleasure.
His health requires that he should go out every day. I generally take him myself, but this morning I have a severe headache, and do not feel equal to the task. My dear little pet, will you go out with this nice boy?" Fido looked gravely at Frank and sneezed. "I hope the darling hasn't got cold," said Mrs. Leroy, with solicitude. "My lad, what is your name?" "Frank Kavanagh, ma'am."
But she didn't dream that anything more could happen, and she was too much surprised to think about anything at all, when old Fido came trotting straight up to her, and wagged his tail just for her alone, and told her how glad he was that she had been wise enough to use his house, and had taken such good care of the chickens while he was gone, and what a sensible little goose he thought she was!
"Go get them, Fido, and bring them up so we can see them!" said the tin soldier. "Not me!" said Fido, "If I had a suit of tin clothes on like you have I might do it, but you know cats can scratch very hard if they want to!" "We will tell Raggedy when she comes in!" said the French doll, and then Fido went out to play with a neighbor dog.
The explanation of this is, that the most important works fall outside his period; the Aminta and the Pastor fido are admirably treated in the volumes dealing with the counter-reformation, but these are of the nature of an appendix, and formed no part of his original plan. Tiraboschi's account is also meagre. This has the immense advantage of conciseness, and of a clear and scholarly style.
It was amongst her books, as also the version by Anguilara, Ovid's Metamorphoses, and Marchetti's Lucreece. "But I wanted to read the Pastor Fido." "We are in a hurry; we must read that another time." "I will follow your advice in all things, my dear Iolas." "That will make me happy, dearest Hebe."
"Yes, I know the spawn complacently pecking at him for his Father Damien letter, analyzing him, weighing him " "Measuring him by the yardstick of their own miserable egos," Martin broke in. "Yes, that's it, a good phrase, mouthing and besliming the True, and Beautiful, and Good, and finally patting him on the back and saying, 'Good dog, Fido. Faugh!
The Judge was deeply desirous of knowing why Mrs. Austin's lumbago cure should be kept in the office, within reach of unwary pets. After considerable hesitation, Roger explained. The owner of Fido was highly incensed. First, he condemned the entire procedure as "criminal carelessness," setting forth his argument in unparliamentary language.
"Some day," said Barbara, thoughtfully, "I would like to have you lead Fido up and down in front of the house, but I do not believe I would care to have him come inside." So they talked for half an hour or more. The blind man sat silently, holding Barbara's hand, too happy to feel neglected or in any way slighted.
She took up the thick pad of blotting-paper and shook it, but no letter dropped out. "There," she said. "I have not the least doubt that Fido jumped on the table and took it up and ate it." "Oh lor! miss, you don't think so?" "I should not be surprised. Fido can never resist paper; he is always pulling it about and chewing it."
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