No churchwarden at collection time could feel or look more pleased with himself.

He does not do any real work; the human being does the pushing, he does the barking; that is his idea of division of labour.
What he says to himself is: "The old man can't bark, but he can shove.

Very well." The interest and the pride he takes in the business is quite beautiful to see.

Another dog passing by makes, maybe, some jeering remark, casting discredit upon the creaminess of the milk.

He stops suddenly, quite regardless of the traffic.
"I beg your pardon, what was that you said about our milk ?" "I said nothing about your milk," retorts the other dog, in a tone of gentle innocence.