Unit 2 Chapter 2

I lose hats, books, umbrellas, rubbers, and above all manuscripts.

For many years I had been teaching philosophy in the same university, and I still have difficulty locating my classrooms.

The parakeets in their cage began flapping their wings and screeching. Everybody started talking at once. There was pandemonium.

A woman, who had been hanging out clothes in a yard, began to caper wildly.

When the blow was repeated, together with an admonition in childish sentences, he turned over upon his back, and held his paws in a peculiar manner.

But the little dark-brown dog took this chastisement in the most serious way, and no doubt considered that he had committed some grave crime, for he wriggled contritely and showed his repentance in every way that was in his power.

The latter wandered in a perfunctory way toward his home, stopping at times to investigate various matters.

He made a swift, avaricious charge and seized the rope.

He dragged his acquirement to the door of his home, and finally with triumph across the threshold.

The child sat down on the floor and made overtures to the dog.

It was explained in many words that the infernal kid wanted to introduce a disreputable dog into the family.

He was too much of a dog to try to look to be a martyr or to plot revenge.

He received the blows with deep humility, and furthermore he forgave his friend the moment the child had finished, and was ready to caress the child's hand with his little red tongue.

His devotion to the child grew until it was a sublime thing.

Down in the mystic, hidden fields of his little dog-soul bloomed flowers of love and fidelity and perfect faith.