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178 "Mithter Bell told Daddy at dinner, and I heard him over the banisters, and they all laughed and he had to tell it again. I think it was:—

"Very interesting," said Desdemona. "We'll be married at once."

"Shall we, Papa?" she inquired, turning to the Dodge, or Dog, of Venice.

Venus protruded a pink tongue at surprising length, wagged his tail, and nearly yawned his head off.

"Papa smiled with pleasure at the idea of my having a wedding," interpreted Desdemona, "but he's very bored with you, Othello. It's a pity, as he is going to live with us after we are married. Still it can't be wondered at, can it, because after all, you're only a Hubshi, aren't you, really, and most 'strornrally black."

Othello was. From head to foot, he was as black as ink, charcoal, blacking, burnt-cork and