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TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG


Guns, mandolins, watches, a wee pair of shoes once very blue and gladsome, a string of wedding rings—all were consigned to back regions, and a pair of turkey red curtains were suspended across the window and tastefully draped back on either side. A trip to a neighbour procured a small red table and two small red chairs to match, and when these were in place between the curtains the worker stood back to invite admiring comments from the instigator of the scene.

“Heavenly day!” exclaimed that lady. “What an ass you are, Abraham! Where is the tea? And the sign? Hustle now. I’ve got the goyle half dressed an’ she'll look great. I wish her legs wasn’t so skinny though. Don’t say anythin’ about the stuff bein’ nourishin’. She don’t look it.”

As she flew to the back room Abraham brought forth two large and dusty chests

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