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WE got up very early indeed the next morning, and of course we both rushed straight to the yard. We had had a dreadful feeling that perhaps somebody would have come to claim the dog, and that we should find him gone. But no -- there he was, the beauty, and as soon as ever he saw us, out he came wagging his dear tail and looking as pleased as pleased.
"Do you see how he knows us already, Archie? " said Persis. "Isn't he _too_ sweet? Couldn't you really think the fairies had sent him to be our very own?"