TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
house. Judge said he had wheels in his head.”
“And had he?” asked Mrs. Trent, with polite interest.
The young ladies went into ecstasies of mirth.
“Say, ain’t she the limit?” exclaimed the handmaid of the lunch counter. At which the landlady smiled roguishly, feeling she had said something highly humourous, though not in the least knowing what it was.
And all this time no sound came from the first floor front. The stenographer, who had safely delivered Bateese, reported that the gentleman had thanked her very nicely but, drawing the small boy inside, had closed the door at once, “quite polite he was, you know, but sort of cold, I thought.”
Mr. Burns was visibly interested.
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