"Yes," said George. "Very fond of dogs."
"So am I. There's something about dogs."
"Yes," said George. "Of course, there's something about cats, too."
"Yes, isn't there?"
"But, still, cats aren't dogs."
"No, I've noticed that."
There was a pause. With a sinking of the heart, for the topic was one on which he felt he could rather spread himself, George perceived that the girl regarded the subject of dogs as fully threshed out. He stood for a while licking his lips in thoughtful silence.
"So you come from the West?" said Molly.
"Yes."
"It must be nice out there."