"We'll do so with pleasure," said Mr. Hartshorn.
"What are their names?" asked Ernest.
"Tippecanoe and Tyler Too," he answered. "I'm entering them as singles and as a brace, and I think I stand a pretty good show."
The baggage man came along, and by the time the owner of the beagles had arranged for their shipment the train was ready to start again.
"It's lucky you were here to take them," said the man, "or I shouldn't have been able to send them this way. Good-by and good luck."
"Good-by," they shouted, and proceeded to get acquainted with the beagles.
"They're like small hounds, aren't they?" said Jack.
"Yes," said Mr. Hartshorn, "they are really hounds."
"Oh," said Ernest, "that makes me think. You never told us about the hound breeds, and you said you would sometime. Couldn't you do it now?"
"Let's see," said Mr. Hartshorn, opening his grip. "Ah, yes, here it is." He took out a small paper-covered book containing the standards of the different breeds. "I always mean to take this with me to the shows. Without my books I can't always remember the facts, but with the help of this I guess I can make out.