My Doggie and I, Robert Michael Ballantyne [books for 5 year olds to read themselves .txt] 📗
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when the puzzlements and bewilderments of this incomprehensible life shall be cleared up; when we shall be enabled to understand _why_ man has been so long permitted to dwell in the midst of conflicting good and evil, and why he has been required to live on earth by faith and not by sight, trusting in the unquestionable goodness and wisdom of Him who is our Life and our Light.
In all our work, whether temporal or spiritual, we had the help and powerful sympathy of our friend Dr McTougall and his family; also of _his_ friend Dobson, the City man, who was a strong man in more ways than one, and a zealous champion of righteousness--or "rightness," as he was fond of calling it, in contradistinction to wrongness.
I meant to let fall the curtain at this point but something which I cannot explain induces me to keep it up a few minutes longer, in order to tell you that the little McTougalls grew up to be splendid men and women; that dear old granny is still alive and well, insomuch that she bids fair to become a serene centenarian; that my sweet Edie is now "fair, fat, and forty;" that I am grey and hearty; that Dumps is greyer, and so fat, as well as stiff, that he wags his ridiculous tail with the utmost difficulty; that Brassey and the Slogger have gone into partnership in the green-grocery line round the corner; and that Robin Slidder is no longer a boy, but has become a man and a butler. He is still in our service, and declares that he will never leave it. My firm conviction is that he will keep his word as long as he can.
So now, amiable reader, with regret and the best of wishes, we make our final bow-"wow"--and:
Bid you good-bye,
My doggie and I.
THE END.
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In all our work, whether temporal or spiritual, we had the help and powerful sympathy of our friend Dr McTougall and his family; also of _his_ friend Dobson, the City man, who was a strong man in more ways than one, and a zealous champion of righteousness--or "rightness," as he was fond of calling it, in contradistinction to wrongness.
I meant to let fall the curtain at this point but something which I cannot explain induces me to keep it up a few minutes longer, in order to tell you that the little McTougalls grew up to be splendid men and women; that dear old granny is still alive and well, insomuch that she bids fair to become a serene centenarian; that my sweet Edie is now "fair, fat, and forty;" that I am grey and hearty; that Dumps is greyer, and so fat, as well as stiff, that he wags his ridiculous tail with the utmost difficulty; that Brassey and the Slogger have gone into partnership in the green-grocery line round the corner; and that Robin Slidder is no longer a boy, but has become a man and a butler. He is still in our service, and declares that he will never leave it. My firm conviction is that he will keep his word as long as he can.
So now, amiable reader, with regret and the best of wishes, we make our final bow-"wow"--and:
Bid you good-bye,
My doggie and I.
THE END.
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Publication Date: 07-08-2010
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