"Don't lose any sleep about it, my friend," he said, "all those things will be found in your bill."
Why, would you believe it, that same carpenter used to bring his dog around with him and charged me for his meals. That dog got so fat no sausage-maker could pass him by without a sigh.
I heard of a meditative kind of terrier that got grabbed up by a sausage-man the other day.
"Well," moaned the dog, as the net fell over him, "of all the unlucky dogs, I guess I'm the worst yet."
"No," chuckled the sausage-man, "you are not the wurst yet, but you pretty soon will be!"
Well, talking about sausages has made me hungry, so we'll call it off till we meet again.
No bouquets, please!
