He stuffed the remaining meat inside his shirt. It was not a very clean shirt, anyway, so a little meat did not make much difference.
Tony was an orphan. Nobody ever said to him, "Take your bath!" "Have you washed your ears?"
He lived with an old woman in the back of a very old house. Everything was old on this street. Everything but the children—and there were many of them.
It was a poor and crowded street. People sat outside their doors all day long. They worked and played and ate outside.
But now Tony ran inside quickly to look for the old woman.
"Look! Look!" he cried. "I have found a poor, lost little dog!"
The old woman was deaf.
"The dog is hurt?" she screamed. She glared at the frightened animal which lay quite still in Tony's arms.
"No!" yelled Tony. "I found her and I am going to keep her!"