The expressman, who stood six feet in his stockings,
looked first at his wife, then at Kling, and then at
the applicant, and broke out into a loud guffaw.
"It's a joke, Kitty. Don't let 'em fool ye. Go on,
Otto; try it somewhere else! It's my busy day.
Here, Mike!"

"You drop Mike and listen, John! It's no joke--
not for Mr. O'Day. You take him up-stairs and show
him what we got, and down into the kitchen and the
sitting-room and out into the yard. Come, now;
hurry! Go 'long with him, Mr. O'Day, and come back
to me when ye are through and tell me what you think
of it all. And, John, take Toodles with you and lock
him up. First thing I know I'll be tramplin' on him.
Get out, you varmint!"

John grabbed the wad of matted hair midway between
his floppy tail and perpetually moist nose, controlled
his own features into a semblance of seriousness,
and turned to O'Day. "This way, sir--I thought it was
one of Otto's jokes. The room is only about as big
as half a box car, but it's got runnin' water in the hall,
and Kitty keeps it mighty clean. As to the grub, it
ain't what you are accustomed to, maybe, but it's
what we have ourselves, and neither of us is starvin',
as ye can see," and he thumped his chest. "No,
not the big door, sir; the little one. And there's a
key, too, for ye, when ye're out late--and ye will be