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Rh “I have been trying for a long, long time to”—

“M-m-m-h-h-m-m-m-woof?” So spoke Fuzz, who had re-appeared, and again cast his ball at  the feet of Mr. Muir. The young man paid no heed to him.

“M-m-m-h-h-h-m-m-m!” In a tone of low warning.

“No, no, Fuzz! Come here!” commanded Bess.

Fuzz disrespectfully turned the white of one eye up to her, as who should say, “Catch me  if you can,” and then repeated his former  remark.

Mr. Muir shut his teeth tightly together, and again hurled the ball into a remote corner. This time Fuzz collided with the waste-paper basket, and scattered its contents up and down the room.

“I have tried to see you to ask you if”—

“M-m-m-m-h-h-m-m-m?” said Fuzz inquiringly.

“You would”—

“M-m-m-h-h-m-woof!”

“Would be”—