Albert Payson Terhune,
The Fighter
(1909)
“ Rex laid back his ears and rolled up his eyes in beatific quiescence.“The beauty!” applauded Desirée. “See, Caleb! [272] He’s trying to look like a Numidean lion. He worships children. Look at him!”“You forget, Desirée,” said Mrs. Hawarden, in icy pleasantry. “Rex is not a tripe sandwich. To a rare soul like Mr. Conover’s, even a sunset,—to say nothing of a mere dog and a child—must yield to the charms of supper. Come. We’re all keeping him.”“I had an idee,” muttered Caleb, as he passed her on the way to the dining room, “that it was ’tother way round.” ”
