"In his combination of philosophy, good nature, wit and humor Shorty catches the fancy of every reader and makes him a firm friend."-- Pittsburg Post
spotted leopard that's been stirred up with an elephant hook; but when she sizes up the comp'ny that's present she cools off and lets go a laugh that gives us an iv'ry display worth seein'.
"Oh!" says she. "Fletchy, who's the old one?"
Say, I expect Dawes has run into some mighty worryin' scenes before now, havin' been indicted once or twice and so on, but I'll bet he never bucked up against the equal of this before. He opens his mouth a couple of times, but there don't seem to be any language on tap. The missus was ready, though.
"Maria Dawes is my name, my dear," says she.
"Maria!" says the other one, lookin' some staggered. "Why--why, then you--you're Number One!"
Maria nods her head.
Then Fletcher gets his tongue out of tangle. "Maria," says he, "this is my wife, Maizie."
"Yes?" says Maria, as gentle as a summer night. "I thought this must be Maizie. You're very young and pretty, aren't you? I suppose you go about a lot? But you must be careful of Fletcher