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The waiter examined the dish critically and nodded his head. "Sally's-bury steak, Mr. Klinger," he murmured. "Very nice to-day." "Is that so?" Sol Klinger rejoined. "Well, lookyhere Max, if I would got it a dawg which I wanted to get rid of bad, y'understand, I would feed him that mess.
"How old is it?" "I don't know." "Looks like a dawg I used to own. Let me take him." "I would rather not," said Frank, coldly. "It belongs to a lady who is very particular." "Oh, you won't, won't you?" said the man, roughly. "Danged if I don't think it is my dawg, after all;" and the man seized Fido, and was about to carry him away. But Frank seized him by the arm, and called for help.
What d'ye say to a little spin uptown in this here Pfingst car which I got it waiting for me downstairs." Abe waved his hand with the palm out. "You could go as far as you like, Mr. Kleebaum," he replied, "but when it comes to oitermobiles, Mr. Kleebaum, you got to excuse me. I ain't never rode in one of them things yet, and I guess you couldn't learn it an old dawg he should study new tricks.
Ruth's bedroom was also plain and white and dull Japanese gray, a simple room with that simplicity of hand-embroidery, real lace, and fine linen appreciated by exclamatory women friends. She taught Carl to say "dahg" instead of "dawg" for "dog"; "wawta" instead of "wotter" for "water."
It only needed a little boldness; one last deception, and I could embrace truthfulness once more. Almost unconsciously, when my guide turned round and asked, "Is that there dawg yourn?" I said hurriedly, "Yes, yes; that's the dog I want; that that's Bingo!" "He don't seem to be a-puttin' of 'isself out about seein' you again," observed Mr. Blagg, as the poodle studied me with calm interest.
If he hadn't been holding my nose, I certainly would have had a good grin at him. Me the best under thirty pounds in the Province of Quebec, and him asking if I was a fighting dog! I ran to the Master and hung down my head modest-like, waiting for him to tell my list of battles; but the Master he coughs in his cap most painful. "Fightin' dawg, sir!" he cries.
"Don't you dare set that dawg on me, young woman!" he cried. "I'll have the law on yer, if yer do." "He'll chaw yer up if I let him go," threatened Liz. "Git out o' here!" "Why, Lizzie!" gasped Mrs. Morse, coming to the door of the cabin, and speaking to the girl in a most amazed tone. "What does this mean?"
Frantically, Fairchild turned for the door, but a big hand stopped him. "Let him go let him think he 's gotten away," said grizzled Sheriff Mason. "He ain't got a chance. There 's snow everywhere and we can trail him like a hound dawg trailing a rabbit. And I think I know where he 's bound for. Whatever that was you said about Crazy Laura hit awful close to home.
"Why, I just want to put him into that contest for 'best dawg, you see. He " "Hold on!" interposed the postmaster impatiently. "You don't catch the idea. In each breed there are a certain number of classes: 'Puppy, 'Novice, 'Limit, 'Open, and so on.
Heaps o' things dis: Marse Chan he done gi' Miss Anne her pa jes' ez good ez I gi' Marse Chan's dawg sweet 'taters, an' she git mad wid 'im ez if he hed kill 'im 'stid o' sen'in' 'im back to her dat mawnin' whole an' soun'. B'lieve me! she wouldn' even speak to him arfter dat! "Don' I 'member dat mawnin'!
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