evening about 6 o'clock
By the time we 've been in eight saloons he do n't care whether the thing on the end of his line is a dog or a catfish . I 've lost two inches of my tail trying to sidestep those swinging doors . '' The pointer I got from that terrier -- vaudeville please copy -- set me to thinking . One evening about 6 o'clock my mistress ordered him to get busy and do the ozone act for Lovey . I have concealed it until now , but that is what she called me . The black-and-tan was called `` Tweetness . '' I consider that I have the bulge on him as far as you could chase a rabbit .