"It looks as if it might have belonged to some fine lady who was too wrapped up in herself to take proper care of it.

There are many of that kind who come this way touring through Somerset and Devon." "I daresay you're right," and Helmsley gently stroked the tiny dog's soft silky coat.

"Rich women will pay any amount of money for such toy creatures out of mere caprice, and will then lose them out of sheer laziness, forgetting that they are living beings, with feelings and sentiments of trust and affection greater sometimes than our own.
However, this little chap will be safe with me till he is rightfully claimed, if ever that happens.

I don't want to steal him; I only want to take care of him." "I should never part with him if I were you," said the chemist.

"Those who were careless enough to lose him deserve their loss." Helmsley agreed, and left the shop.