I was never so glad in my life.

Then Butterwick got mad; and seizing the dog by the tail, he smashed him through my French glass window into the street.

Then I was not so very glad.

Then the dog went mad and a policeman killed him.

The next time I am asked to take a strange dog home I will kill him to begin with.
When I explained to Colonel Coffin the unpleasant nature of my experience with Mr.Butterwick's dog, the colonel said that he had had a good deal to do lately, in a legal way, with dogs; and he gave me the facts respecting two interesting cases.