"Ought to be in church choir, hadn't he." Brown stepped on the hub of a rear wheel, and, clinging to the post of the wagon cover, looked down into the box.

The creature inside was about the size of a month old calf.
"It's a--it's a dog," he exclaimed.

"A dog, isn't it ?" "Sure, it's a dog.

Or he'll be a dog when he grows up.

Nothin' but a pup now, he ain't.