"What's he giving
hisself airs about?"
"Because he's got one blue ribbon!" says another of 'em. "Why, when I
was a puppy I used to eat 'em, and if that Judge could ever learn to
know a toy from a mastiff, I'd have had this one."
But Jimmy Jocks he leaned over from his bench, and says, "Well done,
Kid. Didn't I tell you so!" What he 'ad told me was that I might get
a "commended," but I didn't remind him.
"Didn't I tell you," says Jimmy Jocks, "that I saw your grandfather
make his debut at the Crystal--"
"Yes, sir, you did, sir," says I, for I have no love for the men of
my family.
A gentleman with a showing leash around his neck comes up just then
and looks at me very critical. "Nice dog you've got, Miss Wyndham,"
says he; "would you care to sell him?"
"He's not my dog," says Miss Dorothy, holding me tight. "I wish he
were."
"He's not for sale, sir," says the Master, and I was that glad.
"Oh, he's yours, is he?" says the gentleman, looking hard at Nolan.
"Well, I'll give you a hundred dollars for him," says he, careless-
like.
"Thank you, sir, he's not for sale," says Nolan, but his eyes get
very big. The gentleman, he walked away, but I watches him, and he
talks to a man in a golf-cap, and by and by the man comes along our
street, looking at all the dogs, and stops in front of me.
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