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“Miss Bibby,” said a mournful voice at the door, “Miss Bibby.”
“Oh, dear,” sighed Miss Bibby, “what is it now, Max?”
Max entered with a wool door-mat depending from his collar and just reaching his shoes.
“I have no tail,” he said, his lip drooping, “an’ Paul an’ Muff’s got late big long ones.”
“Oh, dear!” said Miss Bibby, after a frantic glance round her own apartment in search of an appendix, “I have nothing that would do, Max. Do run away, darling. Pretend you’ve got a tail, that is just as good.”
Max gulped threateningly.
“Laindeers have leal tails,” he said.
Again a frantic glance around. “Would a towel do if I pinned it on, dear?”
Max shook his head.
“In the lawning-loom lere’s a tail on the curtains,” he said, “but it’s showd on tight.”