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From that time on of course my position in the town was very different. I was no longer a poor cobbler's son. I carried my nose in the air as I went down the High Street with Jip in his gold collar at my side; and snobbish little boys who had despised me before because I was not rich enough to go to school now pointed me out to their friends and whispered, "You see him? He's a doctor's assistant--and only ten years old!"
But their eyes would have opened still wider with wonder if they had but known that I and the dog that was with me could talk to one another.