TOBY-DOG
I'd like to see you in the country, on the cobble-stones.
THE LITTLE DOG
I've been there, Sir. I was in the country last summer and there weren't any cobble-stones.
TOBY-DOG
Then it wasn't the country. You don't know what country means.
THE LITTLE DOG, (vexed)
Indeed I do, Sir! It's fine sand, and velvety lawns that are swept every morning; it's a reclining chair on the grass, great, fresh cushions of cretonne, foamy milk, naps in the shade, and charming little red apples to play with.
TOBY-DOG, (shaking his head)