This pup was no other than the mother of Boxa, and an excellent animal
she proved to be--faithful, sagacious, and patient; in short, a worthy
scion of such a stock.
"I need not, I am sure, by way of conclusion, sing the praises of Boxa
herself, for you know as well as I can tell you her many good qualities;
and therefore I have only further to say that I hope Newfy--as you have
named him--will turn out all that could be wished."
"Thank you, thank you, dear grandmamma," said George, who had listened
with such fixed attention to the last part of Mrs. Ward's narrative,
that he had not once moved upon his stool; "I am so pleased with my pet,
I shall not know how I can thank you enough. I think, if you please, I
will run and fetch him out of the kennel, and put him into the basket I
brought, hoping you would let me carry him home with me to-night."
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"Do so, George," said his mother, folding up the handkerchief she had
been embroidering, "and in the meantime I will put on my bonnet, for it
is time we were on our way home.
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