` She has often stroked me , and he has given me bones . I do n't bite either of them ! ' ` But what are they ? ' asked the Snow-man . ` Lovers ! ' replied the yard-dog . ` They will go into one kennel and gnaw the same bone ! ' ` Are they the same kind of beings that we are ? ' asked the Snow-man . ` They are our masters , ' answered the yard-dog . ` Really people who have only been in the world one day know very little . ' That 's the conclusion I have come to . Now I have age and wisdom ; I know everyone in the house , and I can remember a time when I was not lying here in a cold kennel . Bow-wow ! ' ` The cold is splendid , ' said the Snow-man . ` Tell me some more . But do n't rattle your chain so , it makes me crack ! ' ` Bow-wow ! ' barked the yard-dog . ` They used to say I was a pretty little fellow ; then I lay in a velvet-covered chair in my master 's house .
My mistress used XXXXX nurse me , and kiss and fondle me , and call me her dear , sweet little Alice !
Bow-wow Lovers Snow-man day house in into of to yard-dog