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In fact, his mustaches reached almost to his knees, and he kept pulling and tugging at them with fingernails that were fully a foot long. My! if those fingernails ever reached Marmaduke's eyes there wouldn't be much of them left. That's what Marmaduke was thinking. And they were very much frightened all except Wienerwurst, who was smelling the funny slippers of the wild strangers.
He opened his big jaws and showed his teeth and gave a deep growl. "Out out out!" he repeated. And then Wienerwurst gave his tail a wag, and advanced a step or two. Quick as lightning Prowler jumped at him. Wienerwurst didn't run. Yet he was so little and the other dog was so big. And his ear hurt too, where the other dog bit him.
They looked very inviting this morning, the River and the Canal, and Marmaduke decided he would take a stroll. He whistled to Wienerwurst, who was always the best company in the world, and the little dog came leaping and barking and wagging his tail, glad to be alive and about in such lovely weather, and on they went by the side of the Canal.
Maybe Tody saw it anyway, for when Marmaduke said to him, "Then I can't go in either, my little pet doggie would feel so badly," the jolly Clown answered: "Well, we'll just have to fix it up some way. Can y' keep him quiet?" "Quiet as a mouse," answered Marmaduke, "quiet as Mother Robin when she sits on her nest." And Wienerwurst barked out loud just to show how quiet he could be.
He seemed to tower over the pitcher Red was six feet one and he scowled and shook his bat at Wehying and called, "Put one over you wienerwurst!" Wehying was anything but red-headed, and he wasted so many balls on Red that it looked as if he might pass him. He would have passed him, too, if Red had not stepped over on the fourth ball and swung on it.
This was highly interesting to hear and, for our journalistic purposes, very valuable to know; but, speaking personally, I may say that the thing which most nearly concerned me for the moment was this: I had just been invited to take a trip aloft in this wabbly great wienerwurst, with its painted silk cuticle and its gaseous vitals and had, on impulse, accepted.
The Toyman was fast asleep too. Rover and Brownie and Wienerwurst lay curled up in their kennels, with their eyes tight shut. On their poles in their house all the White Wyandottes perched like feathery balls, their heads sunk low on their breasts. On the roof cuddled the pretty pigeons, all pink and grey and white.
In a few moments Mr. Sun was riding up in the sky, as big as life. "'Ho, ho! said Mr. Sun, 'who laughs last, laughs best. "Then old Giant Northwind grew madder and madder, madder than a hornet, yes, just as mad as Mother Wyandotte when Wienerwurst chased her into the brook. "He took a deep breath, did Giant Northwind, so deep that he almost burst his lungs.
And then little Wienerwurst always stuck by his friends anyway. For a while nothing more happened, and Jehosophat tiptoed in at the back door. Mother was nowhere to be seen, so over the floor he sneaked. At every step the water oozed out and slop, splosh, slop, splosh, still went his shoes. But he reached his room safely, then quickly he rummaged in the drawers of the bureau.
Don't they know the Boches would rather bomb a hospital than eat wienerwurst for lunch? And then as soon as the place became really safe, off they go; but where?" "Say, Buck, you make me tired! Hush up! I guess we'll meet up with them some day soon. If we don't what's the odds?" "And their daddy so this blessed old mollycoddle says owns real United States railroads. Makes me sick! But say, Lafe!
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