Oldal 45 [45]
OCR
WHITHER sped our nimble Phoebe? Poor old Ponto! He is longing, She is in the study now; Longing for his game of play, 096 F a k Ponto heard her when she called him,— And the garden-—ah; but Phoebe Answered back ‘‘ Bow-wow !” Has a word to say. ‘S Ponto, tho’ the birds and garden, ‘‘ Beg, then—beg, sir—do you hear me? 2 Called me all the morning thro, No, no, Ponto, that 1s wrong: 1 I had first to do my lessons — Paws up! steady! ah, that’s better! So I think should you.” Good dog, come along!"
