"And if I couldn't wrinkle my forehead and poke out my chin, and grimace at the judges, do you suppose I should ever have been—Class Pug. First Prize—Champion and Gold Cup?
"We have one thing in common—I do not find it easy to sit up.
"But I learned it, and so will you. I can't imagine worse manners than to put one's tongue in one's cheek; as a rule, I hang mine gracefully out on one side.
"And I've no doubt it's a mistake to gnaw your fingers. I gnawed a good deal in my puppyhood, but chewing my paws is a trick that I never tried.
"How you stand on one leg I cannot imagine; with my figure it's all I can do to stand upon four.
"I balance biscuit on my nose. Do you? I jump through a hoop (an atrocious trick, my dear, after one's first youth—and a full meal!)—I bark three cheers for the Queen, and I shut the dining-room door.
"I lie flat on the floor at the word of command—In short, I've as many tricks as you have, and every one of them counts to my credit;
"Whilst yours—so you say—only bring you into disgrace, which I could not have thought possible if you had not said it.
"Indeed—but for the length of my experience and the solidity of my judgment—this would tempt me to think your mamma a very foolish person, and to advise you to disobey her; but I do not, Little Missis, for I know
"That if you belong to good and kind people, it is well to let them train you up in the way in which they think you should go.