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“THE TWO FUNNY LITTLE TROTS.”’ 209

It was fine the next day, and we did go out,
and we did meet the trots!

They caught sight of me (of Gip, rather, I
should perhaps say), and I of them, just about
the same moment. I saw them tug their nurse,
and when they got close up to me they stopped
short. It was no use Bessie’s trying to get
them on; there they stood resolutely, till the
poor girl’s face grew red, and she looked quite
ashamed. Gip, who I must say had a wonder-
ful amount of tact, ran up to them with a
friendly little bark. Bessie let go the trots’
hands, and stooped to stroke him.

«He won't bite, miss, will he?” she said
gently, looking up at me.

«« Oh, dear, no!” I said; and the trots, smil-
ing with delight, stooped —not that they had so
very far to stoop —to stroke him too.

“Pretty doggie,” said Doll.

«“ Pretty doggie,” said Dot.

Then they held up their dear little mouths
to kiss me. “Zank zou, lady,” they said; and
each taking a hand of Bessie again, they pro-

ceeded on their way.

 
  

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