Oldal 45 [45]
WHITHER sped our nimble Phoebe? Poor old Ponto! He is longing,
She is in the study now; Longing for his game of play,
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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!"