“Pick him up!” said a woman, excitedly.
“Pick him up! Never!” said the man.
“Seems so he was covered with lather,” said the woman.
“Maybe he's mad!” another suggested. “Throw this sheet over him!”
“Come on, I've got him now,” said the first woman.
Soon there came a loud rap at my door. A tall, thin, long-nosed Yankee entered as I opened it.
“See here, young man,” he drawled, “what do you mean by fillin' this house with puppies?”
“There is only one, sir,” I answered.
“Only one!” said he, sharply. “I should think that was enough. He's as big as an elephant. He filled the house from cellar to garret, and crowded us all out o' bed and yelled for more room. Say, what's he got on him?” '“Silver polish,” I answered.
“Silver polish!” said he. “Well, I've read o' their puttin' dogs in a bath-tub, but I never heard o' their bein' polished before.”