“Shimminy Gristmas!”
The Dutch boy was startled by the havoc, but he quickly recovered and started once more in hot pursuit of dogs and donkey.
“Hee-haw! hee-haw!” brayed the donkey, joyously whisking its heels in the air.
“Hear dot tonkey laugh!” shouted the Dutch boy.
The dogs set up a wild baying, and there was no end of commotion on the street along which the parade had been making its way toward the Thalia Theater. Among the spectators, some of the men laughed, while many of the women screamed and made a scramble to get out of the way of the terrible “bloodhounds.”
“Stop dot tonkey!”
The pursuing lad waved his short arms wildly in the air, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes bulging from his head.
The donkey made for a small fruit and cigar store, seeming bent on rushing straight through the large window where the goods were temptingly displayed.
A young man standing near the store placed himself squarely in the path of the little animal, and skillfully caught the dangling halter by which the creature had been led.
The donkey halted abruptly, while the dogs came up and leaped around it, still baying.