AN AWKWARD A Larfy ;«ruf<r; her fluffv pet- wif-h tome difficulty frcr/i the attack of a, Mrwt r.ur. and to sootka &r:<i syrr.pfitKiw in fhh it;sri!M-: '•Yon fk-3r J'ttl* thing, jr.am.TTa <!fov-s that Lit 40;4 away, yiidn't she? Next rimes Y'Hi will fat iiiat h'n>. r,3M«ht? ( \ nz up. 'won't >™, Toolsv-wootsy? jl.-arim:i. v.'a:;-.s v/ti to just tear that, mean old t.hini; 1-"' vii.'ccs iicxt time he bothers " " Thw-v-enr-o!d li' Tie. who had witnessed the whole sffajr. lister.ad with interest to this gushing monologue. When ihe lady paused for breath, Irene gravely addressed the diminutive dog : •'LittL; doguy, where do« your f.nj.-a work':" sJk- ."aid. A mere question of time—" What's o'clock I"
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Evening Star, Evening Star, Issue 15708, 23 January 1915