II-IV

The following morning, "Oh, Gordon!" Lettice
cried, "I like him ever so much; he
played and played with me."

Gordon had gone to the post-office, and was descending
the slope from the public road to his dwelling.
He found Lettice sitting on the edge of the
porch, and, panting vigorously, the dog extended
before her, an expression of idiotic satisfaction on
his shaggy face. They were, together, an epitome
of extreme youth; and Gordon's discontent, revived
from the night before, overflowed in facile displeasure.

"Don't you know better than to run him on a
warm morning like this?" he complained; "as like
as not now he'll take a fit; young dogs mustn't get
their blood heated up."

The animation died from her countenance, leaving
it almost sullen, her shoulders drooped dejectedly.
"It seems nothing suits you," she observed;
"you're cross when I don't like the dog and you're
cross when I do. I can't satisfy you, anyhow."

"There's some difference in making over the dog

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