After considerable discussion “Little Dog” was chosen to engage the strange intruder at battle. When he returned, “Big Dog” asked him how he had fared.
“Fairly well in the first round,” reported “Little Dog,” “but in the second attack the son-of-a-gun gassed me.”
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A Friendly Household
“A flirt, am I?” exclaimed Mary Ann, under notice to go. “Well, I knows them as flirts more than I do, and with less excuse.” She shot a spiteful look at her mistress, and added, “I’m better looking than you. More handsome… ’Ow do I know? Your husband told me so.”
“That will do,” said her mistress frigidly.
“But I ain’t finished yet!” retorted Mary Ann. “I can give a better kiss than you! Want to know who told me that, ma’am?”
“If you mean to suggest that my husband—”
“No, it wasn’t your husband this time,” said Mary Ann. “It was your chauffeur.”