What mattered, so long as she could paw at the satin back of his shirt, and admire his rich and expensive clothing.
“Dear—so dear—” she murmured.
CHAPTER IV
“The Leathershams are giving a ball for us to-night,” Petticoat said, casually, as he powdered his nose in the recesses of his triplicate mirror.
“A ball?”
“Oh, I don't mean a dance—I mean—er—well, what you'd call a sociable, I suppose.”
“Oh, ain't we got fun!”
“And, I say, Warble, I've got to chase a patient now; can you hike about a bit by yourself?”