RAB AND HIS FRIENDS.

Street, No. 17, with considerable gravity
and silence; and being at the time in the
Iliad, and, like most boys, Trojans, we
called him Hector, of course.

Six years have passed,—a long time for
a boy and a dog; Bob Ainslie is off to the
“ wars; I am a medical student, and clerk
at Minto House Hospital.

Rab I saw almost every week, on the
Wednesday ; and we had much pleasant
intimacy. I found the way to his heart by
frequent scratching of his huge head and
an occasional bone. When I did not no-
tice him he would plant himself straight
before me, and stand wagging that bud of
a tail and looking up, with his head a lit-
tle to the one side. His master I occa-
sionally saw ; he used to call me “ Maister
John,” but was laconic as any Spartan.

One fine October afternoon I was leav-

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