I thought when I began
to write, that I would put down the events of each year of my life, but
I fear that would make my story too long, and neither Miss Laura nor any
boys and girls would care to read it. So I will stop just here, though I
would gladly go on, for I have enjoyed so much talking over old times,
that I am very sorry to leave off.
Every year that I have been at the Morrises', something pleasant has
happened to me, but I cannot put all these things down, nor can I tell
how Miss Laura and the boys grew and changed, year by year, till now
they are quite grown up. I will just bring my tale down to the present
time, and then I will stop talking, and go lie down in my basket, for I
am an old dog now, and get tired very easily.
I was a year old when I went to the Morrises, and I have been with them
for twelve years. I am not living in the same house with Mr. and Mrs,
Morris now, but I am with my dear Miss Laura, who is Miss Laura no
longer, but Mrs. Gray. She married Mr. Harry four years ago, and lives
with him and Mr. and Mrs. Wood, on Dingley Farm. Mr. and Mrs. Morris
live in a cottage near by. Mr.
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