“Are you going to tag me all night?” I inquired teasingly.
“Yes, I am.”
I repeated an aggravating rhyme I know.
“Tig-tag, rig-a-jag,
Get your news and put in a bag.
Watch your neighbor, spin a tale,
You'll earn your name without any fail.”
Mona didn't care for this, but merely went on licking her paws.
She looked very handsome, as she lay on the path in the electric light. She has a lovely yellow and white body, and big brown eyes. I gazed all round the Common, at the walks, and the people, and the trees, and the glitter of lights in the fine buildings on Tremont Street. It was a beautiful spring evening, and the air was like balm, but my heart was full of trouble. How was I to get rid of the big dog?
“Spy, spy, open your eye,