“Were he stealing my child?” gawsp him.

“Not yet but maybe,” I narrate.

“Wait while I shoot,” he narrate while making target movement.

“Ah not!” I holla. “Permit me to do so. I have killed several with slippers.”

“How foolhardened is courage!” he stotter while I lep forwards. Swatts!! with dareless heel of slipper-shoe I collided Hon. Fly so certainly that he broke and fell amidst dead kicks. Prides filled my lungs. Joyly I reach downly, and pick Hon. Fly by fingers.

“I save your child without expense!” I naturalize. “Here is!”

“Here is what?” he require, peevly chewing his breath.

“Hon. Fly,” I reject, like militia.

“You mean say you approach in here so stealthly a.m.dnights for catch flies?” This from him with flashes.

“I say it!”

“Great Scotch! And I thought it was a burglar!” he say disappointly.

“So sorry I could not find one,” I gosp.

Hon. Mrs. Pumphrey come in while she fainted away.

“Next time you come into my Baby’s room don’t do so!” she snarrel.

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“Mrs, Madam,” I decry, “how can you talk so crosswise? You tell me how slaughter flies for their rattlesnakish crimes, yet you say scolds when I do so.”

“Midnight is not fly-time,” she narrate.

“Maybe you are enraged because it were not a burglar,” I snuggest. “Yet what is more horble to have in house than a fly?”

“A Japanese foolboy is!” corrode Hon. Mrs. & Mr. in together voice while dejecting me outside of screen door where I still remain, feeling quite dissolute.

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