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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75465 ***
+
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+  Transcriber’s Note
+  Italic text displayed as: _italic_
+
+
+
+
+_MY FRIEND DOGGIE_
+
+_or_
+
+AN ONLY CHILD.
+
+
+_Up_ at the Hall there was only one little girl. She was, however, such
+a very pretty little girl, and so very gentle and sweet-tempered, that
+she could hardly have been improved upon, and all the eight children at
+the Lodge loved her.
+
+[Illustration: Girl and dog]
+
+The eight children at the Lodge were not particularly pretty, neither
+were they particularly good, but they had warm, affectionate little
+hearts, and I suppose that, as each baby brings love into the world
+with it, there was eight times the amount of love in the cottage that
+there was at the Hall.
+
+[Illustration: Girl with two dogs]
+
+When the children at the cottage looked curiously at the little lady in
+her velvet and fur, their mother used to be ashamed of them, and tell
+them that beauty was only skin-deep, and it was better to be good than
+pretty—and they all believed her except Bet, and on that dreadful day
+when Francey told the little lady to her face that she did not see she
+(the little lady) was a bit better than she was, except for her clothes,
+poor Mrs. Smith had wept tears of sorrow and mortification, and Francey
+had dined on dry bread for a week—and they had all again implicitly
+believed, as their mother had told them, that they were only common
+children and Miss Dolly was a very superior being indeed—except Bet.
+
+[Illustration: Man with boy and girl]
+
+Bet was the youngest but one, so it was the seventh time the Angel of
+Love had come to the cottage when he was born. He was particularly
+plain—bless his heart, just like his dear father, Mrs. Smith used to
+say to the servants at the Hall—and although he brought plenty of love
+into the poor home, unfortunately he did not bring any extra bread and
+butter with him.
+
+Bet was a dreadful boy—what his mother called a limb. He used to plant
+his sturdy legs apart, and gape at Miss Dolly and the Squire, without
+a touch of his cap or a pull at his rough curls, for all the world as
+if they were common cottage people like himself—for sometimes when a
+little common child is born the fairies forget to tell him that he is
+not quite like the upper classes, and then he is very apt to go through
+life never learning the difference at all, and having the impertinence
+sometimes to grow up into something quite original.
+
+[Illustration: Girl with two younger kids]
+
+But the funny thing was that, for all his impudent ways, it was Bet
+that Miss Dolly chose to love out of all the children at the Lodge. If
+she ran away from the nurse or her governess in the garden, they were
+sure to find her sitting behind a bush with Bet, sharing strawberries
+on a leaf, or making cups and saucers out of acorns.
+
+Her mother used to laugh, and say that an only child must have someone
+to play with, and that Bet was a dear impudent boy, with his brown
+curls and his twinkling eyes and his ugly face.
+
+Now Bet was very fond of animals, and the gamekeeper had given him a
+spaniel puppy, and the gardener’s boy had given him a kitty, and one
+winter’s morning he had raced them down the avenue together and into
+the road.
+
+Just as he got through the gate of the avenue he saw a whole lot of
+rough boys bounding and leaping towards him, and before he knew what
+they were going to do they had seized the poor little kitty, and were
+tossing it from one to the other as if it were a ball.
+
+Bet was terrified and he was furious—and, above all, he heard the
+mewing of the frightened kitty as she clung with teeth and claws to the
+cruel hand—but Bet was only six years old, and though he kicked and
+struck and fought, the boys just laughed and shook him off as if he had
+been a cross puppy, and not a very brave, angry, ugly little boy.
+
+[Illustration: Boy and girl sitting]
+
+But at that moment there came to his ears the sweetest sound he had
+ever heard—the sound of flying feet upon the gravel, and a furious
+screaming voice, much more like an infuriated cockatoo than a very
+superior little girl.
+
+“You leave that boy’s kitten alone!” she was shouting, as she came
+flying down the drive in her fur cloak and scarlet hat. “You—you
+cowards—I’ll call the gardeners. I’ll call the coachman. You leave that
+cat alone!”
+
+[Illustration: Group of boys playing with a cat]
+
+She had plunged into the midst of them, kicking and hitting much
+harder than Bet had done, and attracting so much attention that Smith
+rushed out of the cottage with his stick and Mrs. Smith’s red face
+appeared at an upper window. But Dolly had won the victory before the
+reinforcements arrived. The boys had dispersed in a great hurry at the
+sight of the stick and Smith’s powerful arm, and Dolly and Bet were
+huddled on the bank by the roadside together, with the poor frightened
+pussy clasped in their arms. Dolly was crying, now that the need for
+courage was over, and Bet was very white and very still, for a great
+resolve was forming itself in his mind, and it took all his strength to
+be capable of the sacrifice. The whole family came out to comfort Dolly
+and dry her tears, and Smith himself prepared to escort her back to the
+house. Her own spaniels, Dash and Dandy, had found her out, and were
+leaping joyfully upon her, partly from affection no doubt, but partly
+because she still held the long-suffering pussy out of the way of their
+frantic leaps.
+
+“I’m ever so much obliged to you, Miss Dolly,” said Mrs. Smith, wiping
+the mud and snow off her fur cloak, and she looked round furtively at
+Bet to see if he had it in his mind to be polite or not.
+
+But there was so need to tell Bet to pull his curly locks to-day. Even
+if one is an independent young Briton, with very crude ideas of social
+distinctions, one is often blessed with very strong feelings of love or
+gratitude, and Bet’s blue eyes were shining.
+
+“I’ll never forget,” he said; “I’ll give you my best—always—I won’t
+never forget.”
+
+He choked and ran away into the house, and Mrs. Smith excused him. “You
+see, he’s but young, Miss,” she said, “and he’s not free of his words,
+but he’s very much your debtor for the cat, that he is.”
+
+[Illustration: Mother and daughter]
+
+So Smith and the big stick, and Dash and Dolly, strolled away to the
+house together.
+
+Half way along the avenue they came upon three of the eight children
+scattering salt upon the snow, hoping it might lodge upon the tail of
+a fat robin that was hopping from twig to twig. They shrank away out
+of their father’s sight, but Dolly could not resist stopping to see if
+they succeeded. However, Dash and Dandy made such a rush at the fat
+robin, both at once, that he flew away with a frightened chirp, and
+Dolly nodded to the children, and ran on home.
+
+[Illustration: Boy sleeping with dog]
+
+But all that day Bet sat moodily in his little corner by the grate,
+with the great resolve taking root in his slow mind. To-morrow was
+Christmas Day and he wanted to make Miss Dolly a present, and in all
+the world he had only one thing of his very own of any value and that
+was his puppy. He wanted to give it to her, and in his heart he meant
+to give it to her, but it was like tearing a very precious flower up by
+the roots to take this great love out of his life; for he _did_ love
+it. It ate out of his saucer at meals and slept in his crib at night,
+and, however little there might be to eat, Bet’s share was equally
+divided with the puppy.
+
+He did not tell his mother what he was thinking about, or why his tears
+fell that night into the puppy’s saucer, because she used to say to Bet
+sometimes that they were too poor to be generous, and Bet did not want
+to hear her say that to-night; so he crept silently to bed and laid his
+cheek upon the puppy’s coat, and in two minutes they were fast asleep.
+
+[Illustration: Young boy with puppy]
+
+And that was how it happened that on Christmas morning there was an
+empty chair at the crowded table, and a neglected basin of bread and
+milk standing on the hob. There were no Christmas stockings for the
+Lodge children and no parcels on their plates, but Mrs. Smith loved
+all her children very much, and especially Bet, so she kept going
+uneasily between the window and the fire, saying anxiously, first to
+one and then to another: “Wherever is the boy?”
+
+Now the Lodge children were well brought up, and under no circumstances
+were they allowed to talk at meals, but when Mrs. Smith had repeated
+her question for about the twentieth time, one fat child, bolder than
+the rest, said, stolidly:
+
+“He’s up to the Hall, mother; he’s going to make a present of the pup
+to Miss Dolly.”
+
+“Dear, dear,” said the mother, doubtfully, “to think of that;
+whatever’ll the Squire think—dear, dear, now—the impudence of Bet.”
+
+Seeing her conversational effort was so well received the bold little
+girl made another venture:
+
+“He’s just _wropt_ up in Miss Dolly,” she said.
+
+“Tut, tut,” said her mother, hastily, “that’s very unbecoming,
+Susan—dear, dear, what a saying; well, put his bowl on one side,
+Francey, and clean up the children for church.”
+
+[Illustration: Boy with puppy in hand walking up stairs]
+
+Bet had started in the early morning over the crisp hard ground, with
+the doomed puppy at his heels. He had quite fought out the matter with
+himself, and he felt he was _glad_ to give up the puppy—all the more
+glad, perhaps, because the fight had been a hard one. Every two or
+three steps he turned to look at the soft little creature, tumbling
+over itself and making frantic efforts to keep up with his bold
+strides. Once it crept on to a bit of ice, and his blood ran cold
+with fear, but at last he reached the great front steps, and sat down
+exhausted with the puppy in his arms. Its tongue was out and its head
+hanging, and they were both nearly asleep when the door was opened
+suddenly behind them and a soft voice said: “Why, Bet! and the puppy!”
+
+[Illustration: Girl holding dolls with puppies and a cat on the floor]
+
+Bet was on his feet in a minute. “It’s for Miss Dolly—I brought it
+up—it’s the only thing that’s mine.”
+
+“My dear little boy, Dolly will be so pleased.” Dolly’s mother thought,
+with a pang, of Dolly as she had seen her an hour ago, with arms full
+of toys, and her room littered with presents, and then of that other
+home, so full of children, so bare of presents, out of which another
+generous gift had come for Dolly. There were eight sealed parcels lying
+in the housekeeper’s room, but a generous impulse prevented her from
+speaking of them to Bet just now. She could hear Dolly on the stairs,
+and Bet’s solemn little voice, and the puppy’s squeals—and she was
+glad to think that she _had_ remembered, and that Dolly would have the
+joy of coming too when she took the eight parcels to the Lodge. Far
+better than rank or distinction or money is the love that levels all—an
+everlasting bond between the Hall and the Lodge.
+
+  _Geraldine Glasgow._
+
+[Illustration: Wrapped packages]
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75465 ***
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+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p>
+
+<h1><em>MY FRIEND DOGGIE</em><br>
+
+<em><span class="fs70">or</span></em><br>
+
+<span class="smcap fs80">An Only Child</span>.</h1>
+
+<p class="drop-cap"><span class="upper-case"><em>Up</em></span> at the Hall there was only one little girl. She was,
+however, such a very pretty little girl, and so very
+gentle and sweet-tempered, that she could hardly have
+been improved upon, and all the eight children at the Lodge
+loved her.</p>
+
+<figure class="figright illowp35" id="i_001" style="max-width: 44.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_001.jpg" alt="Girl and dog">
+</figure>
+
+<p>The eight children at the Lodge were not particularly
+pretty, neither were they particularly good, but they had
+warm, affectionate little hearts, and I suppose that, as each
+baby brings love into the world with it, there was eight
+times the amount of love in the cottage that there was at
+the Hall.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_002" style="max-width: 54.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_002.jpg" alt="Girl with two dogs">
+</figure>
+<br>
+
+<p>When the children at the cottage
+looked curiously at the little lady in
+her velvet and fur, their mother used
+to be ashamed of them, and tell
+them that beauty was only skin-deep,
+and it was better to be good than
+pretty—and they all believed her
+except Bet, and on that dreadful day
+when Francey told the little lady to
+her face that she did not see she
+(the little lady) was a bit better than
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span>
+she was, except for her clothes,
+poor Mrs. Smith had wept tears
+of sorrow and mortification, and
+Francey had dined on dry bread
+for a week—and they had all again
+implicitly believed, as their mother
+had told them, that they were only
+common children and Miss Dolly
+was a very superior being indeed—except
+Bet.</p>
+
+<figure class="figleft illowp35" id="i_003" style="max-width: 41.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_003.jpg" alt="Man with boy and girl">
+</figure>
+
+<p>Bet was the youngest but one,
+so it was the seventh time the
+Angel of Love had come to the
+cottage when he was born. He was particularly plain—bless
+his heart, just like his dear father, Mrs. Smith used
+to say to the servants at the Hall—and although he brought
+plenty of love into the poor home, unfortunately he did not
+bring any extra bread and butter with him.</p>
+
+<p>Bet was a dreadful boy—what his mother called a
+limb. He used to plant his sturdy legs apart, and gape
+at Miss Dolly and the Squire, without a touch of his cap
+or a pull at his rough curls, for all the world as if they
+were common cottage people like himself—for sometimes
+when a little common child is born the fairies forget to
+tell him that he is not quite like the upper classes, and
+then he is very apt to go through life never learning the
+difference at all, and having the impertinence sometimes to
+grow up into something quite original.</p>
+<br>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_004" style="max-width: 43.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_004.jpg" alt="Girl with two younger kids">
+</figure>
+<br>
+
+<p>But the funny thing was that, for all his impudent
+ways, it was Bet that Miss Dolly chose to love out of
+all the children at the Lodge. If she ran away from the
+nurse or her governess in the garden, they were sure to
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span>find her sitting behind a bush with Bet, sharing strawberries
+on a leaf, or making cups and saucers out of acorns.</p>
+
+<p>Her mother used to laugh, and say that an only child
+must have someone to play with, and that Bet was a dear
+impudent boy, with his brown curls and his twinkling eyes
+and his ugly face.</p>
+
+<p>Now Bet was very fond of animals, and the gamekeeper
+had given him a spaniel puppy, and the gardener’s
+boy had given him a kitty, and one winter’s morning he
+had raced them down the avenue together and into
+the road.</p>
+
+<p>Just as he got through the gate of the avenue he saw
+a whole lot of rough boys bounding and leaping towards
+him, and before he knew what they were going to do they
+had seized the poor little kitty, and were tossing it from
+one to the other as if it were a ball.</p>
+
+<figure class="figleft illowp35" id="i_005" style="max-width: 50.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_005.jpg" alt="Boy and girl sitting">
+</figure>
+
+<p>Bet was terrified and he was furious—and, above all,
+he heard the mewing of the frightened kitty as she clung
+with teeth and claws to the cruel hand—but Bet was only
+six years old, and though he kicked and struck and fought,
+the boys just laughed and shook him off as if he had
+been a cross puppy, and not a very brave, angry, ugly
+little boy.</p>
+
+<p>But at that moment there
+came to his ears the sweetest
+sound he had ever heard—the
+sound of flying feet upon the
+gravel, and a furious screaming
+voice, much more like an infuriated
+cockatoo than a very
+superior little girl.</p>
+
+<p>“You leave that boy’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span>
+kitten alone!” she was shouting, as she came flying down
+the drive in her fur cloak and scarlet hat. “You—you
+cowards—I’ll call the gardeners. I’ll call the coachman.
+You leave that cat alone!”</p>
+
+<figure class="figleft illowp55" id="i_006" style="max-width: 62.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_006.jpg" alt="Group of boys playing with a cat">
+</figure>
+
+<p>She had plunged into the midst of them, kicking and
+hitting much harder than Bet had done, and attracting
+so much attention that Smith rushed out of the cottage
+with his stick and Mrs. Smith’s red face appeared at an
+upper window. But Dolly had won the victory before the
+reinforcements arrived. The boys had dispersed in a great
+hurry at the sight of the stick and Smith’s powerful arm,
+and Dolly and Bet were huddled on the bank by the
+roadside together, with the poor frightened pussy clasped
+in their arms. Dolly was crying, now that the need for
+courage was over, and Bet was very white and very still,
+for a great resolve was forming itself in his mind, and
+it took all his strength to be capable of the sacrifice.
+The whole family came out to comfort Dolly and dry
+her tears,
+and Smith
+himself prepared
+to escort
+her back
+to the house.
+Her own
+spaniels,
+Dash and
+Dandy, had
+found her
+out, and were
+leaping joyfully
+upon<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span>
+her, partly from affection no doubt, but partly because
+she still held the long-suffering pussy out of the way of their
+frantic leaps.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m ever so much obliged to you, Miss Dolly,” said
+Mrs. Smith, wiping the mud and snow off her fur cloak,
+and she looked round furtively at Bet to see if he had it in
+his mind to be polite or not.</p>
+
+<p>But there was so need to tell Bet to pull his curly locks
+to-day. Even if one is an independent young Briton, with
+very crude ideas of social distinctions, one is often blessed
+with very strong feelings of love or gratitude, and Bet’s blue
+eyes were shining.</p>
+
+<figure class="figright illowp35" id="i_007" style="max-width: 38.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_007.jpg" alt="Mother and daughter">
+</figure>
+
+<p>“I’ll never forget,” he said; “I’ll give you my best—always—I
+won’t never forget.”</p>
+
+<p>He choked and ran away into the house, and Mrs.
+Smith excused him. “You see, he’s but young, Miss,”
+she said, “and he’s not free of his words, but he’s very
+much your debtor for the cat,
+that he is.”</p>
+
+<p>So Smith and the big stick,
+and Dash and Dolly, strolled
+away to the house together.</p>
+
+<p>Half way along the avenue
+they came upon three of the
+eight children scattering salt
+upon the snow, hoping it might
+lodge upon the tail of a fat
+robin that was hopping from twig
+to twig. They shrank away out
+of their father’s sight, but Dolly
+could not resist stopping to see
+if they succeeded. However,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span>
+Dash and Dandy made
+such a rush at the fat
+robin, both at once,
+that he flew away with
+a frightened chirp, and
+Dolly nodded to the
+children, and ran on
+home.</p>
+
+<figure class="figleft illowp45" id="i_008" style="max-width: 59.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_008.jpg" alt="Boy sleeping with dog">
+</figure>
+
+<p>But all that day Bet sat moodily in his little corner
+by the grate, with the great resolve taking root in his slow
+mind. To-morrow was Christmas Day and he wanted to
+make Miss Dolly a present, and in all the world he had
+only one thing of his very own of any value and that
+was his puppy. He wanted to give it to her, and in his
+heart he meant to give it to her, but it was like tearing a
+very precious flower up by the roots to take this great love
+out of his life; for he <em>did</em> love it. It ate out of his saucer
+at meals and slept in his crib at night, and, however little
+there might be to eat, Bet’s share was equally divided with
+the puppy.</p>
+
+<p>He did not tell his mother what he was thinking about,
+or why his tears fell that night into the puppy’s saucer,
+because she used to say to Bet sometimes that they were
+too poor to be generous, and Bet did not want to hear her
+say that to-night; so he crept silently to bed and laid his
+cheek upon the puppy’s coat, and in two minutes they were
+fast asleep.</p>
+<br>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_009" style="max-width: 47.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_009.jpg" alt="Young boy with puppy">
+</figure>
+<br>
+
+<p>And that was how it happened that on Christmas
+morning there was an empty chair at the crowded table,
+and a neglected basin of bread and milk standing on the
+hob. There were no Christmas stockings for the Lodge
+children and no parcels on their plates, but Mrs. Smith
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span>loved all her children very much, and especially Bet, so
+she kept going uneasily between the window and the fire,
+saying anxiously, first to one and then to another: “Wherever
+is the boy?”</p>
+
+<p>Now the Lodge children were well brought up, and
+under no circumstances were they allowed to talk at meals,
+but when Mrs. Smith had repeated her question for about
+the twentieth time, one fat child, bolder than the rest, said,
+stolidly:</p>
+
+<p>“He’s up to the Hall, mother; he’s going to make a
+present of the pup to Miss Dolly.”</p>
+
+<figure class="figright illowp35" id="i_010" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_010.jpg" alt="Boy with puppy in hand walking up stairs">
+</figure>
+
+<p>“Dear, dear,” said the mother, doubtfully, “to think
+of that; whatever’ll the Squire think—dear, dear, now—the
+impudence of Bet.”</p>
+
+<p>Seeing her conversational effort was so well received the
+bold little girl made another venture:</p>
+
+<p>“He’s just <em>wropt</em> up in Miss Dolly,” she said.</p>
+
+<p>“Tut, tut,” said her mother, hastily,
+“that’s very unbecoming, Susan—dear,
+dear, what a saying; well, put his bowl
+on one side, Francey, and clean up the
+children for church.”</p>
+
+<p>Bet had started in the early morning
+over the crisp hard ground, with the
+doomed puppy at his heels. He had
+quite fought out the matter with himself,
+and he felt he was <em>glad</em> to give up the
+puppy—all the more glad, perhaps,
+because the fight had been a hard one.
+Every two or three steps he turned
+to look at the soft little creature,
+tumbling over itself and making frantic
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span>efforts to keep up with his bold strides. Once it crept on
+to a bit of ice, and his blood ran cold with fear, but at last
+he reached the great front steps, and sat down exhausted
+with the puppy in his arms. Its tongue was out and its
+head hanging, and they were both nearly asleep when the
+door was opened suddenly behind them and a soft voice
+said: “Why, Bet! and the puppy!”</p>
+<br>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_011" style="max-width: 49.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_011.jpg" alt="Girl holding dolls with puppies and a cat on the floor">
+</figure>
+<br>
+
+<p>Bet was on his feet in a minute. “It’s for Miss Dolly—I
+brought it up—it’s the only thing that’s mine.”</p>
+
+<p>“My dear little boy, Dolly will be so pleased.” Dolly’s
+mother thought, with a pang, of Dolly as she had seen her
+an hour ago, with arms full of toys, and her room littered
+with presents, and then of that other home, so full of
+children, so bare of presents, out of which another generous
+gift had come for Dolly. There were eight sealed parcels
+lying in the housekeeper’s room, but a generous impulse
+prevented her from speaking of them to Bet just now. She
+could hear Dolly on the stairs, and Bet’s solemn little voice,
+and the puppy’s squeals—and she was glad to think that
+she <em>had</em> remembered, and that Dolly would have the joy of
+coming too when she took the eight parcels to the Lodge.
+Far better than rank or distinction or money is the love that
+levels all—an everlasting bond between the Hall and the Lodge.</p>
+
+<p class="right fs70">
+<span style="padding-right: 2em"><em>Geraldine Glasgow.</em></span><br>
+</p>
+<br>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_012" style="max-width: 62.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_012.jpg" alt="Wrapped packages">
+</figure>
+<br>
+
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