The Crock of Gold by James Stephens
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page 88 of 240 (36%)
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A little puppy dog came from behind the house and ap- proached them cautiously. Its intentions were friendly but it had already found that amicable advances are sometimes indifferently received, for, as it drew near, it wagged its dubious tail and rolled humbly on the ground. But very soon the dog discovered that here there was no evil, for it trotted over to the old woman, and without any more preparation jumped into her lap. The old woman grinned at the dog- "Ah, you thing you!" said she, and she gave it her finger to bite. The delighted puppy chewed her bony finger, and then instituted a mimic warfare against a piece of rag that fluttered from her breast, barking and growling in joyous excitement, while the old woman fondled and hugged it. The door of the house opposite opened quickly, and a woman with a frost-bitten face came out. "Leave that dog down," said she. The old woman grinned humbly at her. "Sure, ma'am, I wouldn't hurt the little dog, the thing!" "Put down that dog," said the woman, "and go about |
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