There was the Chow dog she acquired. In this sartorial connection he must certainly be mentioned. He completed all her costumes. He was an accessory, like a muff with feet. He was a color note—a color repetition in the scheme. He matched her hair almost exactly ...
"I got him for fifty dollars," Lillian lied, obliged to risk this guess. She had won the dog with a pair of dice in the back room of Joe Gratz' place on Union Street, where she had gone with Sally. She had no idea what he was worth. "Fifty dollars is cheap enough, isn't it?" she demanded crossly.
Brush Katharine. Red-Headed Woman. New York: International Readers League, 1931: 174-75.