TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
Josephine was jumping with eagerness to begin the play-acting, and as Bateese was cheerfully acquiescent as usual, there was no difficulty in seating them in the window, one on each side of the table whereon Ella had placed a small tea-pot, sugar bowl, cream jug, cups, saucers, plates and (a special inducement to Bateese) a plentiful supply of currant cake. When Cairlo had been coaxed to the foreground and made to lie still, all was complete. From the sidewalk the scene presented was that of a flighty ballet dancer of tender years affectedly sipping afternoon tea opposite a round-eyed small boy in conventional tweed jacket and knickers while a forbidding bull dog crouched at their feet, his heavy jowl resting on his paws. It was a novel spectacle even for the East Side, accustomed as it is to the bizarre and unusual. That it was appreciated was obvious from the
