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“Hev a dog, Miss! — they’re better friends nor any Christian,” said Bob,Paris Saint Germain PSG Drakt Barn, laying down his pack again, which he had taken up with the intention of hurrying away; for he felt considerable shyness in talking to a young lass like Maggie, though, as he usually said of himself, “his tongue overrun him” when he began to speak. “I can’t give you Mumps,Moncler Cachalot, ‘cause he’d break his heart to go away from me — eh,Urawa Red Diamonds Drakt, Mumps,Derrick Rose Drakter, what do you say, you riff-raff?” (Mumps declined to express himself more diffusely than by a single affirmative movement of his tail.) “But I’d get you a pup,Arctic Anorak, Miss, an’ welcome.”
“No, thank you, Bob. We have a yard dog,Bailey Button Metallic 5803, and I mayn’t keep a dog of my own.”
“Eh, that’s a pity; else there’s a pup — if you didn’t mind about it not being thoroughbred; its mother acts in the Punch show — an uncommon sensible bitch; she means more sense wi’ her bark nor half the chaps can put into their talk from breakfast to sundown. There’s one chap carries pots — a poor, low trade as any on the road — he says, ‘Why Toby’s nought but a mongrel; there’s nought to look at in her.’ But I says to him, ‘Why, what are you yoursen but a mongrel? There wasn’t much pickin’ o’ your feyther an’ mother,Alexis Sanchez Drakt, to look at you.’ Not but I like a bit o’ breed myself, but I can’t abide to see one cur grinnin’ at another. I wish you good evenin’,Everton Drakt, Miss,” said Bob, abruptly taking up his pack again,Bailey Button Leopard 5803, under the consciousness that his tongue was acting in an undisciplined manner.
“Won’t you come in the evening some time, and see my brother, Bob?” said Maggie.
“Yes, Miss, thank you — another time. You’ll give my duty to him, if you please. Eh, he’s a fine growed chap, Mr. Tom is; he took to growin’ i’ the legs, an’ I didn’t.”
The pack was down again, now, the hook of the stick having somehow gone wrong.
“You don’t call Mumps a cur, I suppose?” said Maggie, divining that any interest she showed in Mumps would be gratifying to his master.
“No, Miss, a fine way off that,” said Bob,CG Dame Chelsea Parka, with pitying smile; “Mumps is as fine a cross as you’ll see anywhere along the Floss, an’ I’n been up it wi’ the barge times enow. Why, the gentry stops to look at him; but you won’t catch Mumps a-looking at the gentry much — he minds his own business, he does.”
The expression of Mump’s face, which seemed to be tolerating the superfluous existence of objects in general, was strongly confirmatory of this high praise.
“He looks dreadfully surly,” said Maggie. “Would he let me pat him?”
“Ay, that would he, and thank you. He knows his company, Mumps does. He isn’t a dog as ‘ull be caught wi’ gingerbread; he’d smell a thief a good deal stronger nor the gingerbread, he would. Lors, I talk to him by th’ hour t
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