"I can't hold this dog very long." And, indeed, Lord Edward had made a run toward the agent, which jerked me very forcibly in his direction.

But a movement by the tramp had quickly brought the dog back to his more desired victim.
"If you will just tie up that dog, sir," said the agent, "and come this way, I would like to show you the Meltinagua pear,--dissolves in the mouth like snow, sir; trees will bear next year." "Oh, come look at the Royal Sparkling Ruby grape!" cried Euphemia.

"It glows in the sun like a gem." "Yes," said the agent, "and fills the air with fragrance during the whole month of September--" "I tell you," I shouted, "I can't hold this dog another minute! The chain is cutting the skin off my hands.

Run, sir, run! I'm going to let go!" "Run! run!" cried Pomona.

"Fly for your life!" The agent now began to be frightened, and shut up his book.
"If you only could see the plates, sir, I'm sure--" "Are you ready ?" I cried, as the dog, excited by Pomona's wild shouts, made a bolt in his direction.
"Good-day, if I must--" said the agent, as he hurried to the gate.