170 Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
policemen to keep her from entering me at the Madison Square Garden for the Siberian bloodhound prize.
Til tell you about that flat. The house was the ordinary thing in New York, paved with Parian marble in the entrance hall and cobble- stones above the first floor. Our flat was three fl well, not flights climbs up. My mistress rented it unfurnished, and put in the regular things 1903 antique unholstered parlour set, oil chromo of geishas in a Harlem tea house, rubber plant, and husband.
By Sirius! there was a biped I felt sorry for. He was a little man with sandy hair and whiskers a good deal like mine. Henpecked? well, toucans and flamingoes and pelicans all had their bills in him. He wiped the dishes and listened to my mistress tell about the cheap, ragged things the lady with the squirrel-skin coat on the second floor hung out on her line to dry. And every evening while she was getting supper she made him take me out on the end of a string for a walk.
If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone they'd never marry. Laura Lean Jibbey, peanut brittle, a little
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