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the obvious fact that it did more than we could to attach Janet to us. Indeed, our grief for our irascible pet was heightened by fear that it might entail a double loss—a fear which eventually deepened into gloomy certainty. For it was not long after her decease that Janet broke to me the unwelcome news that something seemed to tell her to go out to Edmonton to see her cousin whose husband was in the cigar business.
Polly sleeps in a shoe-box deep under the dining-room window, but we do not cease to mourn her loss, and with it Janet's.
