her one time dreams of the moving pictures, ay, even to the final close-up.

What mattered, so long as she could paw at the satin back of his shirt, and
admire his rich and expensive clothing.

"Dear--so dear--" she murmured.




CHAPTER IV

"The Leathershams are giving a ball for us to-night," Petticoat said,
casually, as he powdered his nose in the recesses of his triplicate mirror.

"A ball?"

"Oh, I don't mean a dance--I mean--er--well, what you'd call a sociable, I
suppose."

"Oh, ain't we got fun!"

"And, I say, Warble, I've got to chase a patient now; can you hike about a
bit by yourself?"

"Course I can. Who's your patient?"

"Avery Goodman--the rector of St. Judas' church. He will eat terrapin made
out of--you know what. And so, he's all tied up in knots with ptomaine
poisoning and I've got to straighten him out. It means a lot to us, you