"I ask him for dog meat," excitedly and indignantly declared Sunny.
"You got it! You poor simp. Heaven help you. Never mind, there's no need now of crying over spilled beans. It's too late now to change, so here's where we kiss our lunch a long and last farewell, and do some hustling downtown."
"Oh, Katy, I am thad sorry!" cried Sunny tragically.
"It's all right, dearie. Don't you worry. You can't help being ignorant. I ain't hungry myself anyway, and you're welcome to the cracker there. That'll do till we get back, and then, why, I believe we can boil some of them bones and get a good soup. I always say soup is just as fillin' as anything else, especially if you put a onion in it, and have a bit of bread to sop it up with, and I got the onion all right. So cheer up, we'll soon be dead and the worst is yet to come."
"Katy, there are a gentleman down on those street, who are want give us nize dinner to eat, with music and some danze. Me? I am not care for those music, but I lig' eat those dinner, and I lig' also thad you eat him."
"Gentleman, huh?" Katy's head cocked alertly.
"Yes, he speak at me on the street, and he say he take me and my frien' out to nize dinner. He are wait in those street now."
Katy went to the window, leaned far out, saw the man on the street, and drew swiftly in, her face turning first white, then red.
"Sunny, ain't you got any better sense than speak to a man on the street?"
"Ho, Katy, I din nod speag ad those man," declared Sunny indignantly. "He speag ad me, and I do nod lig' hees eye. I do nod lig' hees mout', nor none of hees face, but I speag perlite bi-cause he are ask me eat those dinner."