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Rh brought, I hooked one end of it in Lord Edward's collar, and then I took a firm grasp of the other. Telling Pomona to bring the tree agent's book from the house, I called to that individual to get down from his tree. He promptly obeyed, and taking the book from Pomona, began to show the pictures to Euphemia.

"You had better hurry, sir," I called out. "I can't hold this dog very long." And, indeed, Lord Edward had made a run toward the agent which jerked me very forcibly in his direction. But a movement by the tramp had quickly brought the dog back to his more-desired victim.

"If you will just tie up that dog, sir," said the agent, "and come this way, I would like to show you the Meltinagua pear—dissolves in the mouth like snow, sir; trees will bear next year."

"Oh, come, look at the Royal Sparkling Ruby grape!" cried Euphemia. "It glows in the sun like a gem!"

"Yes," said the agent, "and fills the air with fragrance during the whole month of September—"

"I tell you," I shouted, "I can't hold this dog another minute! The chain is cutting the skin off my hands. Run, sir, run! I'm going to let go!"

"Run! run!" cried Pomona. "Fly for your life!"

The agent now began to be frightened, and shut up his book.

"If you only could see the plates, sir, I'm sure—"

"Are you ready?" I cried, as the dog, excited by Pomona's wild shouts, made a bolt in his direction.

"Good-day, if I must—" said the agent, as he hurried to the gate; but there he stopped. "There is nothing, sir," he said, " that would so improve your place as a row of the Spitzenberg