Bigger than a big collie, it was furry all over even to its tail.

And it was black as ink.
In fact with its tiny prick ears and small sharp pointed muzzle all lost in a huge soft black ruff and nothing to be seen but red tongue, white teeth and beady black eyes, it was a regular golliwog of a dog.
When Foster-father saw the man in the brown blanket, who from his crook was evidently a shepherd, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Now," he said, "we shall be able to find out our way." But he was mistaken.

The man did not understand a word they said, neither could they understand a word he said.
Head-nurse was in despair.

"He speaks like a ghost of the desert," she wept.