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where we soon fell fast asleep. Mac was much
bolder than I was, and would often jump on the
table and bite the pens when one of the young
ladies happened to be writing, or would sit on
her shoulder watching her pen, and then would
suddenly make a dart at it. Sometimes he got
into trouble over it, for he would smudge the
wet writing with his paw or his tail, and then
he generally got a little pat on the head, and
was sent down on to the floor.

“One day, I remember, Mac got into dreadful
trouble. The house was an old-fashioned one;
and instead of the bells being rung by a little
handle fixed into the wall, as I have since seen
them, they were rung by pulling a bell-rope
which hung down from the ceiling nearly to the
floor. Well, on this day of which I am speak-
ing Mac was in a very mischievous mood, so he
said to me, ‘Wouldn’t it be fun to have a
swing on the bell-rope? I think Pll try’

“«Oh, don’t, Mac,’ I said ; ‘you know if you