burned in the roof, and in my eyes. I could hear Jimmy Jocks snoring
peaceful, but I could only doze by jerks, and when I dozed I dreamed
horrible. All the dogs in the hall seemed coming at me for daring to
intrude, with their jaws red and open, and their eyes blazing like
the lights in the roof. "You're a street-dog! Get out, you street-
dog!" they yells. And as they drives me out, the pipe-clay drops off
me, and they laugh and shriek; and when I looks down I see that I
have turned into a black-and-tan.

They was most awful dreams, and next morning, when Miss Dorothy comes
and gives me water in a pan, I begs and begs her to take me home, but
she can't understand. "How well Kid is!" she says. And when I jumps
into the Master's arms, and pulls to break my chain, he says, "If he
knew all as he had against him, Miss, he wouldn't be so gay." And
from a book they reads out the names of the beautiful high-bred
terriers which I have got to meet. And I can't make 'em understand
that I only want to run away, and hide myself where no one will see
me.

Then suddenly men comes hurrying down our street and begins to brush
the beautiful bull-terriers, and Nolan rubs me with a towel so
excited that his hands trembles awful, and Miss Dorothy tweaks my
ears between her gloves, so that the blood runs to 'em, and they turn
pink and stand up straight and sharp.

"Now, then, Nolan," says she, her voice shaking just like his
fingers, "keep his head up--and never let the Judge lose sight of
him." When I hears that my legs breaks under me, for I knows all
about judges. Twice, the old Master goes up before the Judge for
fighting me with other dogs, and the Judge promises him if he ever