I shall never forget how Uncle Peabody talked to him.
"Go back, Shep--go back to the house an' stay on the piaz," he began.
"Go back I tell ye.

It's Christmas day an' we're goin' down to ol' Aunt Liza's.

Ye can't go way down there.

No, sir, ye can't.

Go back an' lay down on the piaz." Shep was fawning at my uncle's foot and rubbing his neck on his boot and looking up at him.
"What's that ye say ?" Uncle Peabody went on, looking down and turning his ear as if he had heard the dog speak and were in some doubt of his meaning.