"He'll do that just's often's you'll ask him," said Zeb; "an' it's a mighty queer thing for a dog to know black from white."
"Oh! let me try him?" said Rob, "Here, Watch! Watch!" Watch ran to Rob at once.
"He does take to you, that's a fact," said Zeb.
"Give your paw, Watch,—your white paw," said Rob.
Watch put his white paw in Rob's hand.
"Now your black paw," said Rob.
Watch put down his white paw and lifted the other.
"White, black!—white, black!" said Rob, as fast as he could pronounce the words; and, just as fast as he said them, the dog held up his paws.
At this moment, Nelly appeared, her cheeks very red, carrying a little yellow and white puppy in her arms.
"Oh! see this dear little puppy!" she said; "doesn't he just match Pumpkinseed?"