"He's
'Unknown,' ain't he? Kid can't help it, of course, but his mother,
Miss--"
I dropped my head. I couldn't bear he should tell Miss Dorothy. I
couldn't bear she should know I had stolen my blue ribbon.
But the Master never told, for at that, a gentleman runs up, calling,
"Three Twenty-Six, Three Twenty-Six," and Miss Dorothy says, "Here he
is, what is it?"
"The Winner's Class," says the gentleman "Hurry, please. The Judge is
waiting for him."
Nolan tries to get me off the chain onto a showing leash, but he
shakes so, he only chokes me. "What is it, Miss?" he says. "What is
it?"
"The Winner's Class," says Miss Dorothy. "The Judge wants him with
the winners of the other classes--to decide which is the best. It's
only a form," says she. "He has the champions against him now."
"Yes," says the gentleman, as he hurries us to the ring. "I'm afraid
it's only a form for your dog, but the Judge wants all the winners,
puppy class even."
We had got to the gate, and the gentleman there was writing down my
number.
"Who won the open?" asks Miss Dorothy.
"Oh, who would?" laughs the gentleman. "The old champion, of course.
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