TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
until they reached a place she had heard of where the grass grew all by itself and you could walk on it if you liked. There could be no policemen there, as they only go to grassy places to catch people who don’t stay on the paths. This she explained to Bateese, who failed to enthuse. He liked the grass of course, but when you have always lived “on de contree” freedom is not appreciated at its true worth and he did not understand the excessive advantages of places where people could wander from the beaten way. He answered stolidly,
“I go ’ome, Jos’phine. It maks de tam for dejeuner. Bateese ’ongry an’ Cairlo ’ongry too—pouvre Cairlo!—’Ome, Jos’phine.”
“You’re always thinkin’ of your dinner, Bateese. Greedy little thing, you are. Very well then, (giving him a push), go home, an’
