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in her hand, which she was throwing away from her with a great
show of empressement, to encourage the dog to follow and pick
it up. He could guess she was saying, I should like to see
you run for a bit of fun. Good dog. Oh dear! is there no
fun in you ?-I know there is very little left in your master.
I wonder if you can run, except after a hare. If you only
would, I think it might shake you up, and put a little spirit in
you. Of course I should not expect you to run like my Buz-
fuz or Berry's Reiver; but if you would just try a little bit
to please me."
 All that she got Carlo to do was to wag his tail as if he
were shaking his head. I believe the brute thinks it would
lower his dignity and mine if he were to run," said De Vaux
to himself, impatiently. He could have found it in his heart
to rise up from under the tree where he lay, and go and run
for her delectation, and to show her that he could run, though
he had not exerted his long legs, save at cricket, since they
were short legs, and had done their best at football.
 "Do you never whistle, Lord De Vaux?" she asked
curiously one day. My brother Berry is a great whistler,
and I miss the music. I know it is very homely music, but
none seems to me so blythe or so straight from the heart. I
wish girls might whistle if they could. I will confess to you
I have tried and failed. Berry said it was the feeblest attempt
at the magnificent-like a mouse squeaking."
 He did not answer her that he had no heart-hilarity from
which to whistle, and that he had sometimes been moved to
envy a ploughboy who went whistling joyously past him, only
pausing to take off his cap to the young lord on his walk or ride.
 The next time De Vaux was in his room, with the door