"That dog is a gentleman," she said; "see how he holds bones on the paper with his paws, and strips the meat off with his teeth.

Oh, Joe, Joe, you are a funny dog! And you are having a funny supper.

I have heard of quail on toast, but I never heard of turkey on newspaper." "Hadn't we better go to bed ?" said Miss Laura, when the hall clock struck eleven.
"Yes, I suppose we had," said Miss Bessie.
"Where is this animal to sleep ?" "I don't know," said Miss Laura; "he sleeps in the stable at home, or in the kennel with Jim." "Suppose Susan makes him a nice bed by the kitchen stove ?" said Miss Bessie.
Susan made the bed, but I was not willing to sleep in it.

I barked so loudly when they shut me up alone, that they had to let me go upstairs with them.
Miss Laura was almost angry with me, but I could not help it.

I had come over there to protect her, and I wasn't going to leave her, if I could help it.
Miss Bessie had a handsomely furnished room with a soft carpet on the floor, and pretty curtains at the windows.