The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 2 Page 11

“That's no police dog,” said Tom.

“No, it's not exactly a police dog,” said the man with disappointment in his voice. “It's more of an airedale.” He passed his hand over the brown wash-rag of a back. “Look at that coat. Some coat. That's a dog that'll never bother you with catching cold.”

“I think it's cute,” said Mrs. Wilson enthusiastically. “How much is it?”

“That dog?” He looked at it admiringly. “That dog will cost you ten dollars.”

The airedale — undoubtedly there was an airedale concerned in it somewhere though its feet were startlingly white — changed hands and settled down into Mrs.