The object of society is to tire you out and keep you from indulging in any other occupation." "You know nothing about it," observed Patsy, demurely, "and that is why you love to rail at society.

The things you know, Daddy dear, are the things you never remark upon." "Huh!" grunted the Major, and relapsed into silence.
Mumbles had finished his after-dinner nap and was now awakening to activity.

This dog's size, according to the Major, was "about 4x6; but you can't tell which is the 4 and which the 6." He was distressingly shaggy.

Patsy could find the stump of his tail only by careful search.
Seldom were both eyes uncovered by hair at the same time.

But, as his new mistress had said, he was a wise little dog for one who had only known the world for a few months, and his brain was exceedingly alert.
After yawning at the fire he rubbed his back against the Major's legs, sat up beside Patsy and looked at her from one eye pleadingly.