"Howells misses nothing ... of 'the real, the natural, the colloquial, the moderate, the domestic, and the democratic.'"
"Not agile any longer, she has become a privileged parlor guest, for the stairs are too much for her. Sometimes she even finds it impossible to bury a bone, and then she goes through the pantomime of burying it. She knows we know she hasn't really done it. Her assumption of achievement is ludicrous. Who says dogs haven't a sense of humor?"
Further Recollections of a Rebel Reefer