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AIN’T ANGIE AWFUL!
himself free and burst out of the room, weeping like a cow.
And alas, Angie, in her excitement—she had hardly known what excitemeant before—had sprung the trap, and behold, she now found herself firmly held by the left ear at the end of a long silver chain. Struggle as she might or might not, she could not escape. She couldn’t even get away. The room was filled with wails and peanuts. No one came.
THE PLUMBER, WHO CUT OFF HER EARS WITH HIS TIN SHEARS, HARDLY KNEW HER
