TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
Chapter VII
The street piano, as if obedient to the desires of Josephine, moved away as they neared it, and Bateese, now imbued with the spirit of adventure, trotted in pursuit as briskly as his companion. When the instrument at length stopped to favour passers-by with “The Good Old Summer Time,” it was quite out of sight of the police station, so the children followed dulcet strains from street to street until, having heard the entire repertoire many times, and finding pavements hard for small feet, their interest in music flagged and Josephine again remembered they were a persecuted pair fleeing from cruel tyrants and dungeon cells. She decided they must go on turning more corners, more and more,
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