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Missis Bailey! this is the friend what I was telling you over. See how he walks on hisfeet! See how he has got smilin' looks! See how he carries somethings by his teeth! Alltimes he makes like that. Rover, he don't carries nothin's, und gold fishes, they ain't gotno feet even. On'y Izzie could to make them things.""Oh, is his name Izzie?" asked Miss Bailey, grasping at this conversational straw andshaking the paw which the stranger was presenting to her. "And this is the friend you toldme about? You let me think," she chided, with as much severity as Morris had shown tohis Izzie, "that he was a boy.""I had a 'fraid," said the Monitor of the Gold Fish Bowl frankly.So had Teacher as she reviewed the situation from Mrs. Mowgelewsky's chair of state,and watched the friends at supper. It was a revelation of solicitude on one side, andpatient gratitude on the other. Morris ate hardly anything, and was soon at Teacher'sknee—Izzie was in her lap—discussing ways and means.He refused to entertain any plan which would separate him immediately from Izzie, buthe was at last brought to see the sweet reasonableness of preparing his mother's mind bydegrees to accept another member to the family."Und he eats," his protector was forced to admit—"he eats somethin' fierce, Missis

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