Aunt Fanny, The Third Little Pet Book, with the Tale of Mop and Frisk
“ Good Mop did not look on him with scorn when he saw him in this sad way; but ran up to him on three legs, with one paw held out for "How [Pg 27] d'ye do," and his great fly-brush of a tail a-wag for joy."Why, Frisk, old dog!" he cried, "how glad I am to see you! How have you been this long time?""O Mop!" said Frisk in a sad tone, "will you speak to me now I am so poor? It is I who am not fit to be seen this time." [Pg 28] "Frisk, my good dog," said Mop in a grave tone, "real worth is not a thing of looks. ”
