"Your excellent parents trained me to tricks; and very senseless some of them seemed, I must say:
"But I've lived to be proud of what I've been taught; and glad too that I learned to obey.
"For, depend upon it, if you never do as you're told till you know the reason why, or till you find that you must;
"You are much less of a Prize Pug than you might have been if you'd taken good government on trust."
"Take me back to your arms, Little Missis, I feel cooler, and calmer in my mind.
"Yes, there can be no doubt about it. You must do what your mother tells you, for you know that she's wise and kind.
"You must take as much pains to lose your tricks as I took to learn mine, long ago;
"And we may all live to see you yet—'Class, Young Lady. First Prize. Gold Medal—of a Show.'"