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Rh and infuse so much affection in my heart that his slightest illness worries me the same as if it were the illness of a small child which had been entrusted to me by the parents?

My poor Dick,—faithful friend! You come over at every day-break to give me a "Good Morning"! as if this augury would have a significance for me, and when I am irritated to see the sun and I drive you away, you wait for a better moment and come back. You recognize me from the window that opens into the square and run and bark so that they will open the door for me before I ring the door-bell.

You come and take me away from my writing-desk when a friend enters the house, saying plainly to me: "Come; cease for awhile from using up your brain: they want you!"

And when an importunate singer in the