They couldn't keep me home.

Then I ran away for three months.

I got with an old lady on Fifth Avenue, who was very fond of dogs.

She had four white poodles, and her servants used to wash them, and tie up their hair with blue ribbons, and she used to take them for drives in her phaeton in the park, and they wore gold and silver collars.

The biggest poodle wore a ruby in his collar worth five hundred dollars.