A New Home
By MARY DRUMMOND (11). Original. "MOW bo a good puppy," said my mother as she licked me good-bye. "Mind your manners and remember, when you want anything, you must beg for it." She gave me one more lick and I was packed in a hamper with some straw and tho lid was shut down. I did not like it a bit so I began to bark, "Let me out! It's dark and X can't turn round. Let meow ow out!" . , , But no one took any notice and X felt myself being carried along. I was in a train and it made such a noise that though I could feel myself bark-
ing I could not hear it, so 1 stopped and I suppose I went to sleep because the next thing I remember was hearing someone say: ''Oh, what a dear, funny little doggie!" When I opened my eyes and sat up and blinked I saw a little boy and girl looking at me. 1 remembered what my mother had said about minding my manners so I tumbled out of the hamper and sat up on my hind legs as I had seen her do over and over again. The little girl clapped her hands and said, "Oh, you darling doggie!"
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23145, 17 September 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)
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214A New Home New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23145, 17 September 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)
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