says he. "Look your prettiest," he whispers.
"Please, Kid, look your prettiest"; and he pulls my leash so tight that
I can't touch my pats to the sawdust, and my nose goes up in the air.
There was millions of people a-watching us from the railings, and three
of our kennel-men, too, making fun of the Master and me, and Miss
Dorothy with her chin just reaching to the rail, and her eyes so big
that I thought she was a-going to cry. It was awful to think that when
the judge stood up and exposed me, all those people, and Miss Dorothy,
would be there to see me driven from the Show.

The judge he was a fierce-looking man with specs on his nose, and a red
beard. When I first come in he didn't see me, owing to my being too
quick for him and dodging behind the Master. But when the Master drags
me round and I pulls at the sawdust to keep back, the judge looks at us
careless-like, and then stops and glares through his specs, and I knew
it was all up with me.

"Are there any more?" asks the judge to the gentleman at the gate, but
never taking his specs from me.

The man at the gate looks in his book. "Seven in the novice class," says
he. "They're all here. You can go ahead," and he shuts the gate.

The judge he doesn't hesitate a moment. He just waves his hand toward
the corner of the ring. "Take him away," he says to the Master, "over
there, and keep him away"; and he turns and looks most solemn at the six
beautiful bull-terriers. I don't know how I crawled to that corner. I
wanted to scratch under the sawdust and dig myself a grave. The
kennel-men they slapped the rail with their hands and laughed at the
Master like they would fall over. They pointed at me in the corner, and
their sides just shaked. But little Miss Dorothy she presses her lips
tight against the rail, and I see tears rolling from her eyes. The
Master he hangs his head like he had been whipped. I felt most sorry for
him than all. He was so red, and he was letting on not to see the
kennel-men, and blinking his eyes. If the judge had ordered me right out
it wouldn't have disgraced us so, but it was keeping me there while he
was judging the high-bred dogs that hurt so hard. With all those people
staring, too. And his doing it so quick, without no doubt nor questions.
You can't fool the judges. They see inside you.

But he couldn't make up his mind about them high-bred dogs. He scowls at
'em, and he glares at 'em, first with his head on the one side and then
on the