Demonstrations are odious, as the poet says." "It's always bad manners, isn't it ?" asked Miss Landis.
"What?
Being affectionate ?" "Yes, and admitting it." "I believe it is.

Do you hear that--Sagamore?
But never mind; I'll break the rules some day when we're alone." The dog laid one paw on Siward's knee, looking him wistfully in the eyes.
"More demonstrations," observed the girl.

"Mr.Siward! You are hugging him! This amounts to a dual conspiracy in bad manners." "Awfully glad to admit you to the conspiracy," he said.

"There's one vacancy--if you are eligible." "I am; I was discovered recently kissing my saddle-mare." "That settles it! Sagamore, give the young lady the grip." Sylvia Landis glanced at the dog, then impulsively shifting the whip to her left hand, held out the right.

And very gravely the Sagamore pup laid one paw in her dainty white gloved palm.
"You darling!" murmured the girl, resuming her whip.
"I notice," observed Siward, "that you are perfectly qualified for membership in our association for the promotion of bad manners.