"You are not going to keep her!" shrilled the old woman.
Then she peered more closely at Tony.
"What is that?" she asked. "Ah, meat inside your shirt! You have been feeding animals again. Ah!"
Her mouth fell open. A light of recognition came into her eyes.
"Dio Mio!" she gasped. "It is the trained dog of Guido, the Marionette Man! You have stolen it! Ah, Madonna, now you are a thief!"
Tony shrank. His face grew almost as white as the dog's. A thief! Of course, Tony knew that often he did not tell the truth. But then, it was sometimes much easier to make up falsehoods. And much more fun! Besides, he never told stories that would do anyone harm.
But to steal? That was a different thing.
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