“An’ at that,” retorted Nick Apthorp from the street, “he’s the fiercest wolf I ever see.”
When it was seen that Tony had recaptured his puppy the fife and drum broke out anew. At this, Connie advanced into the street and approached Hank Milleson.
“Hank,” began Connie, “you know the boy ’at got hurt in the circus aeroplane is over to Trevor’s?”
“Pretty soft fur him I reckon,” replied Hank. “I knowed he is.”
“Well, we don’t play around there. We don’t make no noise at Trevor’s ’cause he’s purty sick.”
“I heered he was goin’ to likely die,” commented Hank absently.
“I don’t know if he is or not,” answered Connie. “But the doctor says they oughtn’t to be no noise where he can hear it.”
Hank hesitated, grew sober and then said:
“This is as fur as we was goin’ anyway.” In order not to show weakness, however, he added: “We jus’ thought we’d come over here and tell you not to come a-paradin’ ’round in our part of town wearin’ them baby clothes.”
“Why do you come over here then, wearin’ monkey clothes?” retorted Connie.