A Dog Day; or, The Angel in the HouseEmanuel, Walter
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A Dog Day; or, The Angel in the House
Emanuel, Walter
Dogs -- Fiction; Dogs -- Humor
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A DOG DAY
or
The Angel in the House
by
WALTER EMANUEL
Pictured by Cecil Aldin
[Publisher Logo]
Published by R.H.Russell. New York. 1902.
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Copyright, 1902, by William Heinemann.
All rights reserved.
Entered at Stationers Hall, London, England.
Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A.
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TO
W. W. JACOBS
BECAUSE
HE LIKED IT
[Small Decoration]
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A DOG DAY
OR
THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE
A.M.
7
Woke up feeling rather below par, owing to
disturbed rest. Hardly enough energy to stretch
myself. In the middle of the night a strange man
came in by the kitchen window, very quietly, with
a bag. I chummed up to him at once. He was nice to
me, and I was nice to him. He got me down a piece
of meat that I could not reach myself. While I was
engaged on this, he took a whole lot of silver
things and put them into the bag. Then, as he was
leaving, the brute—I believe, now, it was an
accident—trod on my toe, making me yelp with pain.
I bit him heartily, and he dropped his bag, and
scurried off through the window again. My yelping
soon woke up the whole house, and, in a very short
time, old Mr. Brown and young Mr. Brown appear.
They at once spot the bag of silver. They then
declare I have saved the house, and make no end of
fuss with me. I am a hero. Later on Miss Brown
came down and fondled me lots, and kissed me, and
tied a piece of pink ribbon round my neck, and
made me look a fool. What’s the good of ribbon, I
should like to know? It’s the most beastly tasting
stuff there ever was.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
8:30.
Ate breakfast with difficulty. Have no appetite.
8:35.
Ate kittens’ breakfast.
8:36.
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