I went driving, too, and sometimes we met my master.

He often smiled, and shook his head at me.

I heard him tell the coachman one day that I was a little blackguard, and he was to let me come and go as I liked." "If they had whipped you soundly," I said, "it might have made a good dog of you." "I'm good enough now," said Dandy, airily.

"The young ladies who drove with my master used to say that it was priggish and tiresome to be too good.

To go on with my story: I stayed with Mrs.Judge Tibbett till I got sick of her fussy ways She made a simpleton of herself over those poodles.