doesn't look it," and then desisted out of consideration for the dog's
master.

"He's mighty smart. Why, 'less yo'd see all the tricks he does, yo'd
never believe dem. Besides dancin', he jumps the rope, plays ball,
says his prayers, gives his paw, jumps that high yo' wouldn't b'lieve
it possible, rolls over----"

"What kind of dog is he?"

The boy scratched his head. "Well, missy, I can't jes' 'xactly say."

"If he is so very wonderful, you ought to know."

The boy was nonplused for a moment. Then he declared triumphantly;
"Angels am very wonderful, ain't they? But yo' can't say 'xactly what
they am."

Beth had not been much impressed by the dog, but now she began to feel
astounded that she had had so little discernment.

"I'd like to own such a dog," she said.

"I'd give him to yo', only I couldn't spare him. Fritz never goes any
place widout me. But, I'll tell yo' what: I'll let yo' play with him
when yo' want to."

"Do you work for us?"

Again the boy laughed. "I work for yo'? No, 'deed; I'se too no 'count