"Ah-h-h-h-h!"
"No, no, you keep that, Max; it's your rare piece."
"Gravy?"
"Yes, dearie."
The small dog shook himself and rose from sleep and the depths of a pillow, nosing at her bare elbow.
"Was muvver's ittsie Snookie Ookie such a hungry bow-wow?"
He yapped shortly, pawing her.
"Ask big bossie sitting over there carving his din-din if him got chocolate tandy in him pocket like always for Snookie Ookie. No, no, bad red meat no good for ittsie bittsie bow-wow. Go ask big bossie what him got this time in him pocket for Snookie. Aw, look at him, Max; he remembers how you used to bring him—"
"Get down! Get down, I said! For God's sake get that little red-eyed, mangy cur out of here while we're eating, can't you? Good gad! can't a man eat a meal in this joint without having that dirty cur whining around? Get him down off your dress there, Mae. Get out, you little cur! G-e-t out!"
"Max!"