I cannot sanction that.

I hate dogs." "Why do you hate them ?" asked Mrs.Morris, gently.
"They are such dirty things; they always smell and have vermin on them." "A dog," said Mrs.Morris, "is something like a child.

If you want it clean and pleasant, you have got to keep it so.

This dog's skin is as clean as yours or mine.

Hold still, Joe," and she brushed the hair on my back the wrong way, and showed Mrs.Montague how pink and free from dust my skin was.
Mrs.Montague looked at me more kindly, and even held out the tips of her fingers to me.