But the dairymaid screamed, "Good gracious! where did that nasty strange
dog come from? Leave him alone, Miss Daisy, or he'll bite your nose
off."
"He won't!" said Daisy indignantly. "He's the dog Daddy promised me;"
and the farmer coming out at that minute, she ran up to him crying,
"Daddy! Isn't this my dog?"
"Bless the child, no!" said the farmer; "it's a nice little pup I'm
going to give thee. Where did that dirty old brute come from?"
"He would wash," said little Daisy, holding very fast to Flaps' coat.
"Fine washing too!" said the dairymaid, "And his hair's all lugs."
"I could comb them," said Daisy.
"He's no but got one eye," said the swineherd. "Haw! haw! haw!"
"He sees me with the other," said Daisy. "He's looking up at me now."
"And one of his ears gone!" cried the dairy lass. "He! he! he!"
"Perhaps I could make him a cap," said Daisy, "as I did when my doll
lost her wig. It had pink ribbons and looked very nice."
"Why, he's lame of a leg," guffawed the two farming-men. "See, missy, he
hirples on three."
"I can't run very fast," said Daisy, "and when I'm old enough to,
perhaps his leg will be well."
"Why, you don't want this old thing for a play-fellow, child?" said the
farmer.
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