[quiet] Chapter One

My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a Presbyterian. [thoughtful] This is what my mother told me, I do not know these nice distinctions myself. [muttering] To me they are only fine large words meaning nothing.

My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, and see other dogs look surprised and envious, as wondering how she got so much education.

[chuckles] But, indeed, it was not real education; it was only show: she got the words by listening in the dining-room and drawing-room when there was company.