JOSEPH
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'Look there,' I remarked to Goujon. 'One would almost say that was Joseph, for we never could remember to call her 'Josephine,' and, if we did, she paid no sort of attention.
Goujon's eyes followed mine. 'Joseph, Joseph!' cried he, and Joseph came running without a moment's hesitation, to the astonishment of the two small lizards, who stayed behind and watched, with a shudder of horror, their mother crawl up Goujon's shoulder.
From this day the friendship between Goujon and Joseph became as strong as ever, and when we left our palace the only person we were sorry to leave was the amiable Joseph.
Does she ever think of us now, I wonder, even of Goujon?
