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Identifier: stnicholasserial112dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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appetite for game of every description.Usually he attended at the table where I dinedwith others, and it was supposed that he was per-manently attached to our party. But if our tablehad onlv a roast of beef or chicken, and Dick de- TERROR TO RICHARD. (PAGE 915.) eats baked apples. How remarkable in a man ofthe pretensions that this fellow has ! Presently, something else would come on thetable. Dicks fine sense of smell would warn himof what had come ; but. although his sensitive pinknose quivered with enjoyment, he gave no othersign. He seemed to say : This fellow has got 914 THE BIOGRAPHY OF RICHARD. (October, a bird, as sure as I am a living cat! What shall Ido about it? A bird ? A quail, I guess. Then suddenly turning around, he seemed tosay : Why, old fellow, how are you ? I did ntnotice you before. Nice day ! What have youthere—a bird? Well, if there is anything 1 like —etcetera, etcetera. Then, jumping down, he would caress my leg,throwing into his eyes as much fondness and
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PORTRAIT OF RICHARD. ENGRAVED FROM A PORTRAIT IN OILS desire as he was capable of showing, and that wasa great deal. If, in rebuke to his selfishness, 1forebore to feed him at once, he tried to attractmy attention by clawing and shaking the table-cloth ; and if this did not avail, he reached up anddeftly pulled the napkin quite out of my lap; andwhen I stooped to pick it up, that cat almostlaughed as he met my eyes with his, seeming tosay, Ha! ha! Great joke,—was nt it? One very cold winter morning, Dick came inlate, and, from the far end of the parlors throughwhich he approached the dining-room, he descrieda row of plates put before the open fire to keephot for expected breakfasters. Usually Richardsmotions were very slow, sedate, and even pon-derous. Although he was agile, he moved withthe gravity of an elephant, except when he was ina hurry, as he was this time. As if saying, Myeye ! what a fine spread is set out for me ! hedarted to the plates before the lire. But when hesaw tha

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