"He's a very intelligent dog," said McNab.
"You've done much of this, Columbus?" said Waters with a business-like air.
"Sure. Ten, twenta dog a day, down in da city."
"Edwards, we shall learn something."
The dog was induced to come on the table, and Waters delegated to hold him in position.
"Something pretty slick now, Christopher," said McNab, taking the attitude a connoisseur should take. "Explain the fine points to us, as you go along."
"Sure."
"I like the way he handles the scissors, Beecher—strong, powerful stroke."
"He's got a good batting eye, too, Edwards."
"My, what a nice clean boulevard!"