“They yelled all the louder at this, and I saw he was very indulgent with them.
“I was put in a hot box to dry, and then Mrs. Martin gave Jim a quarter and the doctor fifty
cents, and we sauntered out to the street.
“Oh, how perfectly delicious the air felt on my clean skin! I tried to gambol a little, but did not make much of a success of it, as I was still stiff from my blow of yesterday from the car wheels.
“We went back to the hotel by way of the main street, and that day I enjoyed looking at the people and into the shop windows. Dogs like a gay, pretty little town, much better than a big city. When I went to New York for a few days and had to wear a muzzle I thought I should die, but that is another story.
“To my unutterable delight, Mrs. Martin went into a harness shop and asked to look at collars.
“‘What color?’ asked the man.
“‘The Lord has made her yellow and white,’ said Mrs. Martin, ‘suffrage colors. Give me a yellow and white one, please.’
“How often in the Bronx had I admired proud, rich dogs trotting by our cottage with handsome collars on and things dangling from them! True, mine was very uncomfortable, but what did that matter? I was ‘dressed to kill,’ as Angelina used to say when her friends
got new blue or green dresses. Oh, if she and the children could only see me now!