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"The place would have gone to the bow-wows long ago if it hadn't been for him. He adored my mother and has the worst possible opinion of me. But he's a loyal old bird, he probably endowed me with all the virtues for your benefit." But Atherton ignored the comment. He polished his eyeglass vigorously and screwed it firmly into position.
There was a time, long years ago, in the days of our grandfathers, when men went to the "bow-wows" and, later on, "came back" as it were, by making a partial success in life measured largely by the money they succeeded in accumulating. That was before the "check-up" system was invented. Today things are different. Questions are asked "Where were you last?" "Why did you leave there?"
We lunched in the small but hospitable village of Sézanne, in company with a most charming invalided officer who informed us that he was the principal in that district of the S.D.R.D.R. (Service de Recherche des Rattiers) (the Principal Recruiting Officer for Rat-catchers). In other words, he is spending his time endeavouring to persuade suitable "bow-wows" to enlist in the service of their country. Likely dogs are trained until they do not bark, and become entirely accustomed to the sound of firing; they are then pronounced "Aptes
"Will you come with me to see my bow-wows this fine day?" "No, Mr. Gammon, I certainly will not!" "Thank you, Polly, I felt a bit afraid you might say yes." The tone was not offensive, whatever the words might be, and the laugh that came after would have softened any repartee, with its undernote of good humour and harmless gaiety.
"You're a good little cove, Jonathan, but sometimes you smell just a little bit of er bread and butter. Keep cool. Personally, I would sooner that you, at your age, did smell of bread and butter than whisky. Well, you think that Caesar is going straight to the bow-wows because he plays bridge. You accuse him in your own little mind of feebleness, and so forth. Yes, just so.
And, his perverse gaiety in full possession of him again, he laughed, and his mirth was tinctured with the bitter-sweet of that humorous malice which jeered unkindly only at himself. "All to the bad, Virginia all to the bow-wows judging me from your narrow, earthly standard and the laws of your local divinity. That's why I want to see the real One and ask Him how bad I really am.
He sprung the same upon his sister with pyrotechnic effect a little later. "A woman's club! Clematis is getting on. Pretty soon the women'll be smoking cigarettes and wanting to run for mayor and letting their own rightful sphere go to the everlasting bow-wows. Expand their horizons!
"She's the wife of a Lord-knows-what-kind-of-a-lord, and he's married to an uncommonly fine girl, they say, notwithstanding the fact that she has larger social aspirations than he has means." "And if that all-important clause in the will is not carried out to the letter, the whole fortune goes to the bow-wows." "Practically the same thing. He calls them 'natives, that's all.
"For good! For whose good?" inquired Bobby. "Mine," responded Clarence. "This town's gone to the bow-wows. It's in the hands of a lot of pikers. There's no chance to make big money any more." "Yes, I know," said Bobby dryly; "I had something to do with that, myself." "It was a fine lot of muck-raking you did," charged Clarence. "Well, I'll give you another item for your paper.
Well, after the Decoration Day parade, and the things that happened in it, such as the pony running away with Jimmie Wibblewobble, Uncle Wiggily Longears thought he'd like to go off to some quiet place and rest. "Oh, can't you come with me?" asked Percival, the old circus dog. "We'll go to the Bow-Wows house, and have something to eat."
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