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beasts escaped from some travelling show, when
-one of the young ladies caught his arm.

«Stop, father!’ she cried. ‘Don’t you see
who it is? It’s C@sar.’

“<«Cesar?’ said he. ‘My dear, ¢hat’s never
Ceesar.’

« But Ceesar it was, as they soon saw by the
way he jumped and whined, and seemed to beg
them to understand he was himself. He was
frightened out of his wits, poor doggie! for he
hhad never felt so queer before, and couldn’t
understand what had come over him.”

« And what Aad come over him?” asked the
children eagerly.

“Why, Master Hugh and Miss Janet had

spent the morning in cropping him!” replied

 

nurse. ‘The hair—and he had great long,
thick hair — was cut off as close and as neat
as if it had been shaved ; it was really wonder-
se ful how clean they had done it, without cutting
y or wounding the poor doggie. They had taken
ANd great pains about it, and had spent the best
part of the morning over it — the two of