"I didn't see him," admitted Mrs. Pottle. "I believe they are not living together now."
She snuggled the pup to her capacious bosom.
"So," she said, "its whole name is Pershing Audacious Indomitable, isn't it, tweetums?"
"It's a swell name," admitted Mr. Pottle. "Er—Blossom dear, how much did he cost?"
She brought out the reply quickly, almost timidly.
"Fifty dollars."
"Fif——" his voice stuck in his larynx. "Great Cæsar's Ghost!"
"But think of his pedigree," cried his wife.
All he could say was:
"Great Cæsar's Ghost! Fifty dollars! Great Cæsar's Ghost!"