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Rh But Fuzz was deaf to her remonstrances, and again gave vent to his feelings in the same  bark, but this time, to add to his powers of  persuasion, he sat up on his haunches, dropping  his little forepaws in a supplicating fashion,  while the stumpy tail still wagged furiously. It was not to be withstood. As usually happened in that house, Fuzz conquered; and Bess rose, took the ball, and threw it into the  darkest corner, hoping to gain a moment’s rest  while the dog hunted up his treasure. Fuzz scrambled after it, his sharp little claws catching  in the carpet as he ran, and in another moment  he had deposited it at the feet of Bess, and run  back as before. Experience had taught his mistress that when Fuzz wished to play, she  must obey his will, and keep him running after  the ball until, tired out, he should be ready to  go back to his cushioned basket.

In the intervals of her attentions to Fuzz, she told her mother Rob’s account of Fred, and  then went on to speak of the people she had  seen, of the sermon, and of other bits of news  likely to interest her home-abiding mother. A few moments’ rest from Fuzz were succeeded