Old Servant (starting up suddenly):
Ah, who said “Rats!” just now—and where?
And why cannot you two play fair?
[At this, Tip is seen to be occupying her own corner of the hearth, and Bounce to be sound asleep, his nose deeply buried between his forepaws. Old Servant rubs her eyes, then smiles thoughtfully, and settles back in easy-chair
[THE SAVING OF JACK]
An East Side Incident
“Whose dog is Jack?” He belongs to this street.
Needs anti-fat—has too much to eat.
“Houseless and homeless?”—Well I guess not;
In the whole of this block there isn’t a tot