Image from page 616 of “St. Nicholas [serial]” (1873)

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Image from page 616 of “St. Nicholas [serial]” (1873)
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Identifier: stnicholasserial4821dodg
Title: St. Nicholas [serial]
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children’s literature
Publisher: [New York : Scribner & Co.]
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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your misery, the better it willbe. Who owns him? The man stood up andlooked questioningly among the boys and girls. It s Bings dog, said somebody, and theserious faces grew more solemn as they looked atone another. Until that moment they hadthought only of Binkie; but now, with one accord,their minds turned toward the pathetic figure ofthe little lame girl limping bravely about thevillage, always with this beloved pet and com-panion at her heels. Who is Bing? asked the man. Beryl Inger, said one. Her mother takessummer boarders in that white house down theroad. Could I find her father there? the mancontinued. IQ2I] BINKIE AND BING 1009 Her fathers dead, said several. And sheslame, added some one; and she loves that dogbetter than anything else in the world. The man put his hands deep into his pocketsand gazed down at the suffering animal with afrown of concern. Better not let her see him,said he. 1 ma doctor; I can work this all right.If one of you boys will lend me a hand, I 11 give

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BING DREW THE DOG CLOSE UP BESIDE HER the poor beast some chloroform and get him outof the way. Then I 11 buy her a new dog. I mmighty sorry about it, mighty sorry; but thatdoes nt help matters now. And we must ntlet the youngster see him, at all events. We 11—He got no farther. There was a stir at theedge of the crowd, an excited whisper passed fromone to another, Its Bing! Heres Bing now!and a limping little figure pushed through thegroup and stood for a dreadful, silent momentlooking down at Binkie. He gave a little yelp ofIcve.and recognition, tried to drag himself up tomeet her, and sank back with a pitiful whine.The crutch slipped from under Bings arm and shesat down clumsily, half falling, and drew thedogs head into her lap. Without a thought or alook for the strange man or the sympathetic group of boys and girls, she sat there, swayingslightly to and fro and breathing words of tender-ness and pity over the dear, tawny, scraggly head. Then the doctor decided to take matters i

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