He said the president need not have any fears as to its truth, for it had happened in his boarding house in the village, and he had seen it himself.

Monday, the day before, being wash-day, his landlady lady had put out a large washing.
Among the clothes on the line was a gray flannel shirt belonging to her husband.

The young dog belonging to the house had pulled the shirt from the line and torn it to pieces.

The woman put it aside and told him master would beat him.

When the man came home to his dinner, he showed the dog the pieces of the shirt, and gave him a severe whipping.