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in also under a fire of protest from Mr. Burns.
“See here, I ain’t got no orders about bull dogs. Leave the pup out of this picnic.”
“But he must go!” cried Patty. “He belongs to the Frenchman too.”
“That brute goes or I put up a fight and stay here myself,” declared Pat with decision, adding, “and I haven’t been half back on a foot ball team three years for nothing.”
So to the accompaniment of threats from the bridegroom, entreaties from the bride and ominous growls from the undesired himself, Cairlo was established under the front seat. The landlady and Josephine then settled themselves in the vehicle, the former in a state of nervous collapse between fear of the damage which might accrue to her lodgings if the story of the arrest were printed
