And, in course of time, it is prone to reach its climax of excellence in summer.

This was the lot of both Lad and the paler-hued dog.
"Lochaber King," read the Master, from his catalog.

"H'm! That's Colonel Osbourne's greatest pup.

Remember, we saw him at Westminster?
It's nip-and-tuck, between him and Lad; with a little in this dog's favor.

Tough luck!" "Oh, this has been just one of those days nobody wants!" mourned the Mistress.