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Title: John Paul's book: moral and instructive: consisting of travels, tales, poetry, and like fabrications
Year: 1874 (1870s)
Authors: Paul, John, 1834-1905
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Publisher: Hartford, Conn., Chicago, Ill. : Columbian Book Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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at whose coming evil witchesbustled off on their broomsticks. The next morning, a queer-looking man called at the housewhere the witchs daughter lived. He had an old shooting-jacket on, and a frowzy red handkerchief was tied roundhis neck, and his boot-legs were outside of his pantaloons,and his hat was jammed in, and altogether he was just thekind of a man you wouldnt like to see coming into yourback yard when Dash was there playing ball by himself, orthere were many clothes hanging on the lines to dry. Aservant came to the door when he rang, and he asked if aMrs. Thompson lived there. No, said the servant. That was very strange. He was a dog-doctor, and hadgot a note from a lady of that name, asking him to call thereand see a sick dog. What kind of a dog was it, asked the servant. A big black dog, with long hair,—a Newfoundland, hethought. It couldnt be there, she said ; there was only one dog inthe house,—a little white dog, curly-haked,—and that be-longed to a Mrs. Johnson.
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TOODLES FOUND. 427 But wasnt that dog sick, or hadnt lie been ?—Thomp-son and Jf)hnson were very much alike, and he might havemistaken the description of the dog. No; Mrs. Johnson had only had the dog a few davs • itwas a present from her mother who had lately gone toBoston; but if he called in the afternoon again, he could seeMrs. Johnson herself, and perhaps she might know some-thing about it. So in the afternoon two dog-doctors—I was along thistime—rang the bell, and, when the servant went to see ifMrs. Johnson was in, followed her to the door of the room,stepping inside immediately it was opened. The action wasscarcely polite, but dog-doctors are not dancing-masters.There on the floor was Toodles, large as life, rolling overand over in an ecstasy of delight at having succeeded ingetting hold of the piano cover and shaking a valuable vaseto the floor. For all his famous fall he did not seem to holdpianos in mortal dread. On seeing me, he indulged in themost extraordinary de

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