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over the balcony and on catching sight of the little girl calls down quietly : All right, Annie. And disappears. We hear the latch being drawn and the little girl lets herself in. In the meantime the head of a small boy has appeared at the same window where the lady disap
peared. You see there are so many things happen ing that you have to watch carefully so as not to miss anything. At any rate the head of the small boy appears above the window sill and it is followed at once by two little hands and the sole of his shoe.
Having gotten , in other words, a good grip on the house, he hoists himself out onto the balcony. Once outside he collects himself and, hanging
over the rail, makes a long and rather thoughtful spit to the pavement below. He is evidently waiting to collect more mater. ial when the voice of the lady is heard calling: Dabs.
At which the youthful gentleman remarks belligerently: I don't want no more rotten oatmeal.
Now , this was rather a horrid thing for Dabs to say, and he ought to be spanked for saying it ; but you see, when he climbed out of the window into the play, I saw at once he was a real little boy and, like
all real children, didn't think about other people's feelings - except when spanked. And this little boy was built very healthy and
