That mars your perfect fellowship?
Speak up! Speak up! you, Tip,—you, Bounce,
Your mutual grievances announce.
At this my dog awoke from doze,
Drew near, and thrust a foolish nose
Beneath my hand; then, deeply sighed.
Her gold-stone eyes Tip opened wide,
The middle of the hearth she took,
And cast on Bounce a scornful look;
And then, this colloquy began,