They were second nature to Moufflou, as to most
poodles. Pie had inherited his address at them from
clever parents, and as he had never been frightened
or coerced, all his lessons and acquirements were but
play to him. He acquitted himself admirably, and
the crockery vendors came and looked on, and a
sacristan came out of the church and smiled, and the
barber left his customer's chin all in a lather while
he laughed, for the good folk of the quarter Avere all
proud of Moufflou and never tired of him, and the
pleasant, easy-going, good-humoured disposition of
the Tuscan populace is so far removed from the
stupid buckram and whalebone in which the new¬
fangled democracy Avants to imprison it.
The stranger also was much diverted by Mouf¬
flon's talents, and said, half aloud, ' How this clever
dog would amuse poor Victor! Would you bring
your poodle to please a sick child I have at home ?'
he said quite aloud to Lolo, Avho smiled and
ansAvered that he would. Where wa3 the sick child ?
' At the Gr-an Bretagna ; not far off,' said the
gentleman. ' Come this afternoon, and ask for me
by this name.'
He dropped his card and a couple of francs into
Lolo's hand, and went his way. Lolo, with Mouf¬
flou scampering after him, dashed into his own house,
and stumped up the stairs, his crutch making a
terrible noise on the stone.
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