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WHITEY ;

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THERE were five .little puppies in the stable, but everyone who came to see them admired, Whitey most. He was the smallest, he was.pure white, and he had such sad, dark eyes. . ;l "What a little angel he is!" said his mistress, looking over the stable door. Gipsy, Whitey's mother, did not think so, but she said nothing. Gcorgy was the eldest puppy; he was very good-tempered, and had a ■rough,'brown head. Whitey always bullied him, _, ■ "Georgy is such a softy," said Whitey. Porgy was the next, he was fat; in fact, too fat to. fight. Whitey used ■to pull his ears., "Porgy's such a podge," he would say. ' "Partly" got his name because his face was partly white.and 'partly black. Whitey always barked at him. r "Partly has such a silly face," said Whitey. . Darky was the fourth; he was not so nicely marked as his brothers, and very quiet. '"Darky is such a little goose," Whitey ■would say. ■ When the puppies were three months old, Captain Burridge, their master, advertised them in one or two papers; he also took some snapshots and sent them to would-be owners. Gipsy and her puppies waited anxiously to hear which would go out into the world first. Whitey was the first to go. An elderly lady had seen his photo, and had fallen in iove with it. "I will meet-the-little pet at the station, myself," she wi'ote to Whitey's master. . . . ■ ' "*Good-bye, boys," shouted Whitey from the hamper. "Thank goodness I shan't have to sleep in this old stable again." .. , "You must try to be a credit to your family, Whitey," said his mother. "You'll see," replied Whitey, and off he went. He was back.again in three days. "Why are you back!" said Gipsy sternly. "I've never-had a puppy sent baij.k to me before." "My mistress was a silly old woman, and so I tripped her up lots of times. She hurt her nose, and that made her cross. Where's Georgy?" "Georgy has got a very goocl post with !a master who owns three rabbit warrens. They are pleased with him, and he is being a credit to us." . "Oh, well, I shall do better next time," said Whitey. The next person who-wanted Whitey was a Kind old'gentleman, who wrote books. As Captain Burridgc packed him up again, he looked at Whitey sternly. / "You mind what you do this time, little dog," he said. "Don't disgrace "us, Whitey," said his mother. "All right,.-you'll see," he said, but he was back again in a week, ■;" "I've never known such disgrace," said Gipsy sadly. "They put. me to sleep in the kitchen," he said, "and I_ wanted to sleep in the study. Such a nice place; you don't know how good master's papers tasted. So I just howled and howled, and kept them awake.for a week, Where's .Porgy?" ' , "He has a very good post with a little boy who throws sticks for him, and is being a great credit to us." ' . "Oh r -well, I should do better if I was with a little boy who threw sticks," said Whitey. The third person who wanted Whitey was a little girl called Pamela Mary. . "Mind you show you're worth it, you little wretch," the Captain said, as he packed him up for the third time. "All right, you'll see. Bye-bye, boys," said Whitey, and off he went. He wag back in three days. • "I'm worn out with you," said Gipsy. "What did you do to that girl?" "Nothing. I liked her all right, but she had such silly frocks. I pulled the skirt off three. Where's Partly?" * "He is a comfort to think of. He has a post with a lady who has seven arm-chairs." . "Oh, well, I should be happy with seven arm-chairs," said Whitey. • "But who will ever want you?" "Well, no one wants Darky," he said. "There will always be him to tease." That afternoon Whitey's master and mistress looked over the stable door. "May I have little Darky as a house-dog?" his mistress said. "He's been so good all through." "Yes, he and Gipsy can come in tomorrow," said Captain Burridge. "What's to become of that awful little Whitey?" asked his mistress. "Why," said Captain Burridge, "he must be a stable dog and light the stable cats till he learns better manners." . ; And Whitey is still a stable dog, I am sorry to say.

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Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 31, 5 August 1933, Page 20

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WHITEY; Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 31, 5 August 1933, Page 20

WHITEY; Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 31, 5 August 1933, Page 20