For Loder, judge of the collies and Old English Sheepdogs and of two other breeds, had missed a train from Canada; and had not yet arrived.

His various classes were held up, pending his advent.
"Loder's a lucky man, at that," commented the Toy Breeds judge, with whom the Master chanced to be talking.

"And he'll be still luckier if he misses the whole show.

You 'small exhibitors' have no notion of the rotten deal handed to a dog-show judge;--though lots of you do more than your share toward making his life a burden.

Before the judging begins, some of the exhibitors act as if they wanted to kiss him.
Nothing's too good for him.