"Name?" he queried, breaking in on Ferris's rambling eulogy.

"Huh?" asked the surprised Link, adding: "Oh, his name, hey? I
call him 'Chum.' You see, that dawg's more like a chum to me
than--"

"No use asking about his pedigree, I suppose," resumed the
postmaster, "I mean who his parents were and--"

"Nope," said Link. "I--I found him. His leg was--"

"Pedigree unknown," wrote the postmaster; then, "What classes are
you entering him for?"

"Classes?" repeated Link dully. "Why, I just want to put him into
that contest for 'best dawg,' you see. He--"

"Hold on!" interposed the postmaster impatiently. "You don't
catch the idea. In each breed there are a certain number of
classes: 'Puppy,' 'Novice,' 'Limit,' 'Open,' and so on. The dogs
that get a blue ribbon--that's first prize--in these classes all
have to appear in what is called the 'Winners Class.' Then the
dog that gets 'Winner's'--the dog that gets first prize in this
'Winners' Class'--competes for best dog of his breed in the show.
After that--as a 'special'--the best in all the different breeds
are brought into the ring. And the dog that wins in that final
class is adjudged the 'best in the show.' He's the dog in this
particular show that will get Colonel Marden's hundred-dollar
cash prize. See what I mean?"