'
'I did not pull his ears, Aunt Hazleby; I did not make him bite
Winifred,' vociferated Edward; 'I told you so before, Aunt Hazleby,
and you will say so.'
'Fine little fellow,' whispered Mrs. Dale, quite loud enough for
Edward to hear her; 'I quite admire his spirit.'
'Do not be rude, Edward my dear,' said his mother.
'But Aunt Hazleby will say that I made Fido bite Winifred, Mamma,'
said Edward; 'and I did not, he did it of himself.'
'Never mind now, my love, pray be quiet, my dear boy,' said Mrs.
Woodbourne imploringly; and Edward, who was really a very tractable
boy, walked off to his sister Katherine.
Mrs. Dale then seized upon Mrs. Woodbourne, to tell her some horrible
stories of hydrophobia; and Elizabeth, in hopes of lessening the
impression such stories were likely to make on Mrs. Woodbourne's
mind, listened also, sometimes not very courteously correcting
evident exaggerations, and at others contradicting certain
statements. At last, just as the subject, fertile as it was, was
exhausted, Anne's going to the piano, and carrying off a train of
listeners, brought Mrs.
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