An old lady died in Pittsburgh not long ago. She was a spinster who wore sensible shoes and no-nonsense hair styles, and she had labored more than 30 years in the musty routine of a bank. The life of Miss Ida Capers, 72, was a lonely one—except for her dogs. All her life she had had at least two. When she suffered a heart attack in her house last January, her only companions were a pair of Irish setters named Brickland and Sunny Burch.
Ida Capers called them her "girls." At Christmas, she sent out...
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