But Jimmy Jocks he leaned over from his bench, and says, "Well done,
Kid. Didn't I tell you so!" What he 'ad told me was that I might get
a "commended," but I didn't remind him.

"Didn't I tell you," says Jimmy Jocks, "that I saw your grandfather
make his debut at the Crystal--"

"Yes, sir, you did, sir," says I, for I have no love for the men of
my family.

A gentleman with a showing leash around his neck comes up just then
and looks at me very critical. "Nice dog you've got, Miss Wyndham,"
says he; "would you care to sell him?"

"He's not my dog," says Miss Dorothy, holding me tight. "I wish he
were."

"He's not for sale, sir," says the Master, and I was that glad.

"Oh, he's yours, is he?" says the gentleman, looking hard at Nolan.
"Well, I'll give you a hundred dollars for him," says he, careless-
like.

"Thank you, sir, he's not for sale," says Nolan, but his eyes get
very big. The gentleman, he walked away, but I watches him, and he
talks to a man in a golf-cap, and by and by the man comes along our
street, looking at all the dogs, and stops in front of me.

"This your dog?" says he to Nolan. "Pity he's so leggy," says he. "If
he had a good tail, and a longer stop, and his ears were set higher,