"I go ask my frien'," she said hurriedly. "Aexcuse me now. You are stand ad my way."
He moved unwillingly to let her pass.
"Surest thing. More the merrier. Let's go up and get Katy. What floor you on?"
"I bring Katy down," said Sunny breathlessly, and running by the pasty faced youth, she opened the door, and closed it quickly behind her, shooting the lock closed. She ran up the stairs, as if pursued, and burst breathlessly into the little room where Katy was singing a ditty composed to another of her name, and pasting her lately washed handkerchiefs upon the window pane and mirror.
"Beautiful K-Katy—luvully Katy!
You're the only one that ever I adore,
Wh-en the moon shines, on the cow shed,
I'll be w-waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door!"
sang the light-hearted and valiant Katy Clarry.
"Oh, Katy," cried Sunny breathlessly. "Here are those dog." She laid the huge package before the amazed and incredulous Katy.
"For the love of Mike! Did Schmidt sell you a whole cow?"
Katy tore the wrappings aside, and revealed the contents of the package. An assortment of bones of all sizes, large and small, a few pieces of malodorous meat, livers, lights and guts, and the insides of sundry chickens. Katy sat down hard, exclaiming:
"Good night! What did you ask for?"