"I never s'pected Toto was fooling me all this time." Then she drew a small silver whistle from her pocket and blew a shrill note upon it.

A moment later there was a sound of scurrying footsteps, and a shaggy black dog came running up the path.
Dorothy knelt down before him and shaking her finger just above his nose she said: "Toto, haven't I always been good to you ?" Toto looked up at her with his bright black eyes and wagged his tail.
"Bow-wow!" he said, and Betsy knew at once that meant yes, as well as Dorothy and Ozma knew it, for there was no mistaking the tone of Toto's voice.
"That's a dog answer," said Dorothy.

"How would you like it, Toto, if I said nothing to you but 'bow-wow' ?" Toto's tail was wagging furiously now, but otherwise he was silent.
"Really, Dorothy," said Betsy, "he can talk with his bark and his tail just as well as we can.

Don't you understand such dog language ?" "Of course I do," replied Dorothy.

"But Toto's got to be more sociable.
See here, sir!" she continued, addressing the dog, "I've just learned, for the first time, that you can say words--if you want to.