As he asked the question his gaze happened to rest on the dog, who was peering at him through the ragged, elfish wisps of hair nearly covering its face, with eyes that were startlingly human.
"'Peak when yo'ah 'poken to, Fritz," she said, severely, at the same time popping another luscious berry into her mouth.

Fritz obediently gave a long yelp.

The Colonel smiled grimly.
"What's your name ?" he asked, this time looking directly at her.
"Mothah calls me her baby," was the soft-spoken reply, "but papa an' Mom Beck they calls me the Little Cun'l." "What under the sun do they call you that for ?" he roared.
"'Cause I'm so much like you," was the startling answer.
"Like me!" fairly gasped the Colonel.

"How are you like me ?" "Oh, I'm got such a vile tempah, an' I stamps my foot when I gets mad, an' gets all red in the face.

An' I hollahs at folks, an' looks jus' zis way." She drew her face down and puckered her lips into such a sullen pout that it looked as if a thunder-storm had passed over it.