Very Small Puppy Comes A'Visiting

Dominion, Volume 34, Issue 109, 1 February 1941, Page 16

Very Small Puppy Comes A'Visiting

li:.\gvi-ihs,— My pencil went spinning along, singing a. little song to itself as it went, and hurrying back every now and then to dot a few, neglected i's and t's, and to sort out some full-slops that it has forgotten (t'or it is a ivery absent-minded sort of pencil, and hates to he interrupted when it is following a particular tune). Outside, the wind was practising its scales and trying Io decide whether it would be a capering breeze or a gruff old gale for the rest of the morning. Down below came the clatter of trams and motors anil boots and bicycles. Hut over and above all this 1 could detect another, guile different brand of Koise. It was a pottery, ‘'Here I come" sort of sound, and even my pencil ceased its singing and listened. There was a snuffly noise at the. door, and then someone. (/ c.rpcet it was Bostic). opened it.

There was a little push from the outside; the space was very narrow—hut it was quite wide enough to admit whoever it was that belonged to the snuffle. lie came tumbling in—the most enchanting bundle of soft paws and puppy fur you ever saw. Kiwi caught sight of two distracted black cars flying toward her. Then, came a pair of liquid brown eyes, a. fat little middle, and, finally, a ridiculously flip of tail. Before she had time to say "Hello'' he was bounding about Junior Room, -very intent on making a grand tour of inspection. He poked an. inquisitive nose, into w.p.b., and soon had a shower of papers crumpled around his dome-shaped head.

It was no time before Very Small Puppy grew fired, of sliding along the floor, so he. tilted his wet nose as if to say. "What's next?’’ lie- watched me erumple a sheet of paper, and his tail flourishes began to beat a rapid tattoo. Whish! He slithered along after the paper ball and his short legs almost tumbled over themselves on the journey. Up and down he went, under table legs, round the heater-pipe and over Kiwi's toes. But, despite his flurried coat and cheeky ears, Very Small Puppy wus only a pup after all. for after a time he came pattering back across the linoleum, curled his cuddly little self under my chair, and settled down to the i/nict life of a combined footwarmer and chewer of shoe-laces. There was u lull. Tie hud. slopped munching. I looked down, and there was Very Small Puppy, with his head nestling against my ankle—last asleep! Cheerio,