TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
“Aw, go on,” cried Ella, in quick retort, “He'll sic de bull dog on her if she gits too gay.
These pleasantries put the increasing crowd in high good humour, and from entering to “josh wit’ Abe’s Ella” they ended by buying the tea, “jest to test de grip.” So it went on all afternoon, and by five o’clock the second tea chest was almost empty. Josephine was keeping up bravely, though feeling a little damp inside from the amount of hot water she had imbibed; Bateese had ceased to ask her if she was going to bed because most of her clothes were off, or to worry her, wanting to know if she were not “col’ on de laig.” He had sunk into a state of apathy, unmindful of the crowd which had at first frightened him, and remembering only that, once before, he had eaten too largely of rich confections and not felt “ver’ ’appy en bas.” Cairlo had
