"I was looking out of the window a minute ago," he said, "and I saw a dog run across the street and turn the corner." "What kind of a lookin' dog was it ?" Penrod inquired, with languor.
"Well," said Mr.Blakely, "it was a--it was a nice-looking dog." "What colour was he ?" "He was--ah--white.

That is, I think--" "It wasn't Duke," said Penrod.

"Duke's kind of brownish-gray-like." Mr.Blakely brightened.
"Yes, that was it," he said.

"This dog I saw first had another dog with him--a brownish-gray dog." "Little or big ?" Penrod asked, without interest.
"Why, Duke's a little dog!" Margaret intervened.

"Of COURSE, if it was little, it must have been Duke." "It WAS little," said Mr.Blakely too enthusiastically.