half the look of intelligence or with the proudly gay bearing of
Chum.

Of the sixteen other collies the majority were sables of divers
shades. There were three tricolors and two mist-hued merles. Over
nearly all the section's occupants a swarm of owners and handlers
were just now busy with brush and cloth. For word had come that
collies were to be the second breed judged that day. The first
breed was to be the Great Danes. As there were but three Danes in
the show, their judging would be brief. And it behooved the
collies' attendants to have their entries ready.

Link, following the example of those around him, took from his
pocket the molting dandy brush and set to work once more on
Chum's coat. He observed that the rest were brushing their dogs'
fur against the grain, to make it fluff up. And he reversed his
own former process in imitation of them. He had supposed until
now that a collie's hair, like a man's, ought to be slicked down
smooth for state occasions. And it troubled him to find that
Chum's coat rebelled against such treatment. Now, under the
reverse process, it stood out in wavy freedom.

At the adjoining stall to the left a decidedly pretty girl was
watching a groom put the finishing touches to the toilet of her
tricolor collie. Link heard her exclaim in protest as the groom
removed from the dog's collar a huge cerise bow she had just
affixed there.

"Sorry, Miss," Ferris heard the groom explain, "but it's agin
rules for a dog to go in the ring with a ribbon on. If the judge