'Beautiful dog! Beautiful dog!' Suppose she is! Looks ain't everything.

They're something, but the question is, does she get the birds?
Now, Slipper there got three birds to her one.

Got 'em within range, too." "Ah, but Stewart, yon's a good bitch," said Sandy.
"Look here!" cried his friend, "I have bred more dogs in the old country than those men ever saw in their lives." "That may be, Stewart, but yon's a good bitch," persisted Sandy.
For a mile more they discussed the merits of Slipper and of his rivals, Sandy with his semi-humorous chaff extracting quiet amusement from his friend's wrath, and the latter, though suspecting that he was being drawn, unable to restrain his passionate championship of his dog.
At length Sandy, wearying of the discussion, caught sight of a figure far before them on the trail.
"Who is that walking along there ?" he enquired.
Together they ran over the names of all who in this horse country were unfortunate enough to be doomed to a pedestrian form of locomotion.
"Guess it's the preacher," said Duff finally, whose eyes were like a hawk's.
"He's been out at my place Sunday afternoon," said Sandy, "but I haven't met him myself.

What sort is he ?" "Don't ask me.

I sometimes go with the madame to church, but generally I fall asleep.