But Polly's temper was notoriously uncertain, and her frankness never left people in doubt as to the prevailing mood.
"Would you like a little ball-pup.

Miss Sparkes ?" he pursued in a conciliatory tone.

"A lovely little button-ear?
There's a new litter say the word, and I'll bring you one." "Thank you.

I don't care for dogs." "No?
But I'm sure you would if you kept one.

Now, I have a cobby little fox terrier--just the dog for a lady.