F. Anstey,
The Black Poodle, and Other Tales
“ Dandy knew her at the very first glance. It was Hilda, looking more like a fairy princess than ever.She knew him almost as soon, for her clear voice rang out above the general laughter. 'Oh, that isn't Toby—he's my own dog, my Dandy, that I lost! It is really; let him come to me, please do! Don't you see how badly he wants to?'There was a sudden surprised silence at this—even Mr. Punch was quiet for an instant; but as soon as Dandy heard her voice he could wait no longer, and crouched for a spring. ”
