Now, Sammy's dog is full-blooded--leastways, he will be, when he's fed
up."
"My mother's dog is a _pedigree-dog_. Is Sammy's that kind?"
"I ain't ast him, but I shouldn't wonder."
"My mother's got a paper tells all about where Fifi came from. It's in a
frame."
"Fifi is?"
"No, the paper is. The paper says Fifi is out of a deller, sired by
Star. I heard her read it off to a lady that came to see her one day.
Say, Martha, what's a _deller?_"
"I do' know."
"Fifi has awful long ears. What kind of ears has Sammy's dog got?"
"I didn't notice partic'lar, I must say. But he's got two of 'em, an'
they can stand up, an' lay down, real natural-like, accordin' to
taste--the dog's taste, which wouldn't be noways remarkable, if it was
his tongue, but is what _I_ call extraordinary, seein' it's his _ears_.
An' his tail's the same, exceptin' it has even more education still. It
can wag, besides standin' up an' layin' down. Ain't that pretty smart
for a pup, that prob'ly didn't have no raisin' to speak of, 'less you
count raisin' on the toe of somebody's boot?"
"D'you mean anybody kicked him?"
"Well, he ain't said so, in so many words, but I draw my own
conclusions.
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