Page 111 - Fairbrass

1 Well, my idea is this/ replied P a x :

1 When your grandfather wakes up in the

morning*, and his eyes meet mine, and I
wag my tail, his face softens in a moment.

“ Come along-, old fellow ! ” he calls out
to me then, and I jump on to the bed, and

he pats and fondles me— oh, so gently and
so lovingly—and makes no end of a fuss of

me. Now, if his eyes could meet yours
instead of mine, and you would smile at

him in your pretty way (as you haven’t a
tail that you can wag, that's the next best

thing you can do), I'm certain he’d soften

towards you, and that might be the
beginning of your all being friends again/

‘ And shan’t you be je a lo u s ? ’ asked
Fairbrass.

* Bless you, no ! * said Pax ; * I'm too old
to be jealous, and, besides, I ’ve come to the

conclusion that it’s a mistake for families

to quarrel. I was one of eight, all born
(blind, of course) on the same day, and we
began to snarl and bite at each other before

we could sec* Some of us died of the