The Adventures of a Dog, and a Good Dog Too
Kind words were soon said to me in right earnest, for before I had got half-way down the street, with old Nip just behind me,--his hat still adorned with the band which he had unwillingly put on when he thought me dead and gone, and which he had forgotten to take off again,--the puppies ran from different quarters to look up in my face and say, "How do you do, Job?