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Punk's head flew up spasmodically, catching Woolly's nose with a force that tilted that worthy's chair backwards and sent them to the floor locked in each other's arms. Tangled up with their chairs, the impact was attended with such a series of excruciating bruises that both men lashed out retaliatingly and in a second they were fighting like wolves.
Woolly's drollery, and going home I found the little dog so little that of himself he could not reach our bitch, which I am sorry for, for it is the finest dog that ever I saw in my life, as if he were painted the colours are so finely mixed and shaded. God forgive me, it went against me to have my wife and servants look upon them while they endeavoured to do something.... 23rd.
Woolly looked at Douglass reproachfully. "To be sworn at in thet heartless way, an' him so young and gentle!" He put his arm sympathetically about Punk's shoulders; Red's eyes were twinkling in anticipation. "Thar! thar! ole man! Don't yuh take it so hawd." Punk laid his head wearily on Woolly's breast.
Woolly's drollery, and going home I found the little dog so little that of himself he could not reach our bitch, which I am sorry for, for it is the finest dog that ever I saw in my life, as if he were painted the colours are so finely mixed and shaded. God forgive me, it went against me to have my wife and servants look upon them while they endeavoured to do something . . . . 23rd.
My Lord Duke of Albemarle lies in the Downes with the rest, and intends presently to sail to the Gunfleete. June 1st. Being prevented yesterday in meeting by reason of the fast day, we met to-day all the morning. At noon I and my father, wife and sister, dined at Aunt Wight's here hard by at Mr. Woolly's, upon sudden warning, they being to go out of town to-morrow. Here dined the faire Mrs.
My Lord Duke of Albemarle lies in the Downes with the rest, and intends presently to sail to the Gunfleete. June 1st. Being prevented yesterday in meeting by reason of the fast day, we met to-day all the morning. At noon I and my father, wife and sister, dined at Aunt Wight's here hard by at Mr. Woolly's, upon sudden warning, they being to go out of town to-morrow. Here dined the faire Mrs.
A long, quavering howl, mingled of rage and desperation, answered in Willy Woolly's voice. "You hear?" said Stepfather Time anxiously to the Little Red Doctor. "The dog is not himself." They saw him rear up against the clock case. He seemed to be trying to tear it open with his teeth.
Even to the shining mark of a boy on a bicycle he was indifferent, and when a dog has reached that stage one may safely say of him that he has renounced the world and all its vanities. Willy Woolly's one concern in life was his master and their joint business. Soon they became accepted familiars of Our Square.
His own fences were a trifle shaky and the temper of this particular colt was proverbially short and uncertain. He rose and went over to the water pail on the bench behind Woolly as if to get a drink, turning with a world of compassion in his eyes as Punk gasped faintly and sank back in Woolly's arms. Instantly he was beside the twain, a huge dipper full of water in his hand.
Dead or alive, this was not Willy Woolly's kind of man. "Now, now, Willy Woolly!" reproved his master. "Who are we that we should judge him?" "But I don't like him," declared Willy Woolly in unequivocal dog language. "I think from his face that he has suffered much," said the gentle collector, wise in human pain. "Me; I suppose I don't suffer!" pointed out the landlord vehemently.
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