It will save me a great deal of trouble.

Stenterello, love, give a pretty smile and say tanti complimenti!" The poodle wagged his white pate--it looked like one of those little pads in swan's-down, for applying powder to the face--and repeated the barking process.
"He is a wonderful beast," said Rowland.
"He is not a beast," said the young girl.

"A beast is something black and dirty--something you can't touch." "He is a very valuable dog," the elder lady explained.

"He was presented to my daughter by a Florentine nobleman." "It is not for that I care about him.

It is for himself.