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me defiantly. Still glaring at him and growling,
I backed slowly to my chair, but had not reached
it when the picture-dog, all wet with paint as he
was, jumped from his mistress’s lap, and out into

 

the room! And then the chase began. Round
he ran and round I ran after him. Over chairs
and tables we flew! “ Crash,” and a beautiful
vase lay broken on the floor. ‘“ 7sss/," and a