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She, indeed, appeared to believe that I would feel immensely pleased at these tokens of his liking. As I took my leave after sincere expressions of my pleasure in the call, the child with its face one fearful smear of jam again waved its crust and shouted, "Ruggums!" while the dog was plainly bent on departing with me.
When I gave the child into her arms at the door it had become half awake. "Ruggums!" it muttered sleepily. "Ruggums!" echoed the mother, and again, very softly in the still night: "Ruggums Ruggums!" That in the few months since that rather agreeable night I have acquired the title of Red Gap's social dictator cannot be denied.
Get out!" she continued, seeing that he paid her no attention, and then she thoughtfully seized him by the collar and dragged him to a safe distance where she held him, he nevertheless continuing to regard me with the most servile affection. "Ruggums, Ruggums, Ruggums!" exploded the child at this, excitedly waving the crust of its bread. "Behave, Mr. Barker!" called his owner again.
"Ruggums," it exclaimed promptly, getting the name all wrong and staring at me with cold detachment; then "Ruggums-Ruggums-Ruggums!" as if it were a game, but still stuffing itself meanwhile. There was a sort of horrid fascination in the sight, but I strove as well as I could to keep my gaze from it, and the mother and I again talked of matters at large.
But she is now heaping compote upon a slice of thickly buttered bread for him, glancing meanwhile at our evening newspaper. "Ruggums always has his awful own way, doesn't ums?" she remarks to the nipper. Deeply ignoring this, I resume my elocutionary studies of the Declaration of Independence. For I should say that a signal honour of a municipal character has just been done me.
Her child, I regret to say, was still grossly overfed, seldom having its face free from jam or other smears. It persisted, moreover, in twisting my name into "Ruggums," which I found not a little embarrassing. The night of my opening found me calmly awaiting the triumph that was due me. As some one has said of Napoleon, I had won my battle in my tent before the firing of a single shot.
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