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would, but she looks too ladylike to me. One 

 minute she skims over the stubble as if she didn't 

 touch it, and the next she is following Dan and 

 just waiting to see what he will do. She has gait 

 and sweet style and a long-range nose, but there 

 isn't enough devil in her. If she would get down 

 to strict business, her ticket would be good for 

 some end of any money. But in a pinch she'd 

 just about give us this Alphonse and Gaston act, 

 and they'd laugh at our nice little girl." 



" Look at Dan. Now, isn't that a dog for 

 keeps ? He went at that point too far off, but he 

 was sure, and never moved while Lucy danced 

 into the birds. I pretty near think he'll have to 

 be entered, and let his style come out the best it 

 can. He's the same every hour in the day, and 

 can go that lick just as long as any dog in the 

 kennel will stay with him." 



" That will do to think over. Put them up and 

 try Jeff and Susan." 



Susan was much like Lucy, but lacking the 

 airy gait ; a jolly, choppy little miss ; friendly 

 with us and with her mate; tolerable in speed 

 when the notion took her, but having no fighting 

 blood to kindle the spirit of contest or the desire 

 for prey. Jeff was a biggish puppy of ample range 

 and of more speed than he seemed to have. For 

 field trial purposes he did not have enough of a 

 dash-away spurt on the start. Even chubby little 



