"He was a dog my sister and I had."
"Was he not very big with brown ears and eyes?"
"Why yes. Did I ever tell you about him?"
"No," answered Ruth, confusedly, "but I thought maybe he was; I like that kind."
"Well, that was the kind Stray was. He was a lively little fellow and we were very fond of him, although he was not a thoroughbred."
"What is a thoroughbred?" asked Ruth.
"It is a dog or a horse or any animal which is very fine of its kind. A thoroughbred dog wouldn't have the head of a setter and the tail of a collie and the legs of a fox-terrier," said Miss Hester, smiling.
"Did Stray have all those?" asked Ruth.
"Well, not exactly. He was a cross between a spaniel and a fox-terrier and my father used to laugh at him."
"Where did you get him?" asked Ruth eagerly.