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-howl now and then, all in vain, until
the doors closed, and the child per-
force came forth again, and winding
his arms about the dog’s neck would
kiss him on his broad, tawny-colored
forehead, and murmur always the
same words, “If I could only see
them, Patrasche!—if I could oe
-see them!”

What were they? pondered Pa-
trasche, looking up with large, wist-
ful, sympathetic eyes.

One day, when the custodian was
out of the way and the doors left ajar,
he got in for a moment after his lit-
tle friend, and saw. “They” were
two great covered pictures on either
side of the choir.

Nello was kneeling, rapt as in an