"We keep our father cats shut up because we do not want too much fathering; but they are not chained--they have large grounds to run in." "A valuable dog would be stolen if he was let loose," I said.

"We put collars on them, with the owner's name, in case they do stray.

Besides, they get into fights--a valuable dog might easily be killed by a bigger one." "I see," she said.

"They fight when they meet--is that common ?" We admitted that it was.
"They are kept shut up, or chained." She paused again, and asked, "Is not a dog fond of running?
Are they not built for speed ?" That we admitted, too, and Jeff, still malicious, enlightened them further.
"I've always thought it was a pathetic sight, both ways--to see a man or a woman taking a dog to walk--at the end of a string." "Have you bred them to be as neat in their habits as cats are ?" was the next question.

And when Jeff told them of the effect of dogs on sidewalk merchandise and the streets generally, they found it hard to believe.
You see, their country was as neat as a Dutch kitchen, and as to sanitation--but I might as well start in now with as much as I can remember of the history of this amazing country before further description.
And I'll summarize here a bit as to our opportunities for learning it.
I will not try to repeat the careful, detailed account I lost; I'll just say that we were kept in that fortress a good six months all told, and after that, three in a pleasant enough city where--to Terry's infinite disgust--there were only "Colonels" and little children--no young women whatever.