I'd made up my mind to have that dog." "Dogs," said the Major, "invariably are nuisances." "Not invariably," declared Patsy.

"Mumbles is different.

Mumbles is a good doggie, and wise and knowing, although he's only a baby dog yet.
And I just couldn't leave him to be cuffed and kicked and thrown around by those brutes.

When the man found I was determined to have Mumbles he demanded twenty-five dollars." "Twenty-five dollars!" It startled Uncle John.
"For that bit of rags and meat ?" asked the Major, looking at the puppy with disfavor.

"Twenty-five cents would be exorbitant." "The man misjudged me," observed Patsy, with a merry laugh that matched her twinkling blue eyes.