She was a widow with one son when she married Mr. Wood, so that Mr.
Harry, though the Morrises called him cousin, was not really their
cousin.
I was very glad to hear them say that he was soon coming home, for I had
never forgotten that but for him I should never have known Miss Laura
and gotten into my pleasant home.
By-and-by, I heard Miss Laura say: "Uncle John, have you a dog?"
"Yes, Laura," he said; "I have one to-day, but I sha'n't have one
to-morrow."
"Oh, uncle, what do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, Laura," he replied, "you know animals are pretty much like
people. There are some good ones and some bad ones. Now, this dog is a
snarling, cross-grained, cantankerous beast, and when I heard Joe was
coming, I said: 'Now we'll have a good dog about the place, and here's
an end to the bad one.' So I tied Bruno up, and to-morrow I shall shoot
him. Something's got to be done, or he'll be biting some one."
"Uncle," said Miss Laura, "people don't always die when they are bitten
by dogs, do they?"
"No, certainly not," replied Mr. Wood. "In my humble opinion there's a
great lot of nonsense talked about the poison of a dog's bite and people
dying of hydrophobia.
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