"Sometimes our meetings were at the window, sometimes on the road; once or twice, when there came some unusually fine mild days, mamma let me sit out on the shore, and I taught the trots to dig a hole for Gip and bury him in the sand, all but his bright eyes and funny black nose – that was a beautiful game!"
"'When the weather grew colder, the trots came out in a new costume – sealskin coats, sealskin caps, and sealskin gloves – they were just little balls of sealskin, and looked "trottier" than ever."
"Doc Tooley says we should be safe from those lousy Aberdeen bugs, since we haven't gotten the trots yet."