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voice was all the pup could lift, For thereby hangs this tale. 'Twas by that tail she held him down And presently she spread The creamery lather on his back, His stomach and his head. His ears hung down in sorry wise, His eyes were, oh! so sad-- He looked as though he just had lost The only friend he had. And higher yet the water rose, The lather still increased, And sadder still the countenance Of that poor martyred beast! Yet all this time his mistress spoke Such artful words of cheer As "Oh, how nice!" and "Oh, how clean!" And "There's a patient dear!" At last the trial had an end, At last the pup was free; She threw awide the bath-room door-- "Now get you gone!" quoth she. FITTE THE FOURTH. Then from that tub and from that room He gat with vast ado; At every hop he gave a shake And--how the water flew! He paddled down the winding stairs And to the parlor hied, Dispensing pools of foamy suds And slop on every side. Upon the carpet then he rolled And brushed against the wall, And, horror! whisked his lathery sides On overcoat and shawl. Attracted by the dreadful din, His mistress came below-- Who, who can speak her wonderment-- Who, who can paint her woe! Great smears of soap were here and there-- Her startled vision met With blots of lather everywhere, And everything was wet! Then Mrs. Taylor gave a shriek Like one about to die; "Get out--get out, and don't you dare Come in till you are dry!" With that she opened wide the door And waved the critter through; Out in the circumambient air With grateful yelp he flew. FITTE THE FIFTH. He whisked into the dusty street And to the Waller lot Where bonny Annie Evans played With charming Sissy Knott. And with these pretty little dears He mixed himself all up-- Oh, fie upon such boisterous play-- Fie, fie, you naughty pup! Woe, woe on Annie's India mull, And Sissy's blue percale! One got the pup's belathered flanks, And one his soapy tail! Forth to the rescue of those maids Rushed gallant Willie Clow; His panties they were white and clean-- Where are those panties now? Where is the nicely laundered shirt That Kendall Evans wore, And Robbie James' tricot coat All buttoned up before? The leav
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