In her little room in Queens, New York, 12-year-old Jane Ruby lay ill of pneumonia. Near her bed four newborn spitz puppies squirmed in a box. Outside, several laborers were repairing the street, among them a tall, dignified old man of 75 named Lawrence Smith, whose white mane and long white mustache seemed to betoken a distinguished past. In & out of the Ruby abode pranced a black spitz bitch named Fluffy, raising her family, amusing the sick girl, bringing companionship into the life of old Laborer Smith. Then one day last...
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