But one day before the Show opened, Miss Dorothy came to the stables
with "Mr. Wyndham, sir," and seeing me chained up and so miserable,
she takes me in her arms.
"You poor little tyke," says she. "It's cruel to tie him up so; he's
eating his heart out, Nolan," she says. "I don't know nothing about
bull-terriers," says she, "but I think Kid's got good points," says
she, "and you ought to show him. Jimmy Jocks has three legs on the
Rensselaer Cup now, and I'm going to show him this time so that he
can get the fourth, and if you wish, I'll enter your dog too. How
would you like that, Kid?" says she. "How would you like to see the
most beautiful dogs in the world? Maybe, you'd meet a pal or two,"
says she. "It would cheer you up, wouldn't it, Kid?" says she. But I
was so upset, I could only wag my tail most violent. "He says it
would!" says she, though, being that excited, I hadn't said nothing.
So, "Mr. Wyndham, sir," laughs and takes out a piece of blue paper,
and sits down at the head-groom's table.
"What's the name of the father of your dog, Nolan?" says he. And
Nolan says, "The man I got him off told me he was a son of Champion
Regent Royal, sir.
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