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 to nurse me , and kiss and fondle me , and call me her dear , sweet little Alice ! But by-and-by I grew too big , and I was given to the housekeeper , and I went into the kitchen . You can see into it from where you are standing ; you can look at the room in which I was master , for so I was when I was with the housekeeper . Of course it was a smaller place than upstairs , but it was more comfortable , for I was n't chased about and teased by the children as I had been before . My food was just as good , or even better . I had my own pillow , and there was a stove there , which at this time of year is the most beautiful thing in the world . I used to creep right under that stove . Ah me ! I often dream of that stove still ! Bow-wow ! ' ` Is a stove so beautiful ? ' asked the Snow-man . ` Is it anything like me ? ' ` It is just the opposite of you ! It is coal-black , and has a long neck with a brass pipe . It eats firewood , so that fire spouts out of its mouth . One has to keep close beside it-quite underneath is the nicest of all . You can see it through the window from where you are standing . '
And the Snow-man looked XXXXX that direction , and saw a smooth polished object with a brass pipe .
about at beside by from in into of through underneath