don't admit that Ptomaine Street is as useful as a Hoboken alley. I don't
admit that Art is any good at all. I've fought like a tiger and I didn't
make a dent on the Butterflies--but, I _have_ grown thin!" "Sure, you bet
you have!" said Petticoat, threading ribbon into his gold bodkin. "Well,
kiss me good night--here you--I see you! Don't you put those caterpillars
in my bed!"

THE END