The Dog Andrew
"I would like to ask a question," interpolated the editor of Baby's World.
"Do!" exclaimed Tutt eagerly.
The editor, who was a fat editor, rose in an embarrassed manner.
"Mr. Appleboy!" he began.
"Yes, sir!" responded Appleboy.
"I want to get this straight. You and your wife had a row with the Tunnygates. He tried to tear up your front lawn. You warned him off. He kept on doing it. You got a dog and put up a sign and when he disregarded it you sicked the dog on him. Is that right?"
He was manifestly friendly, merely a bit cloudy in the cerebellum. The Abyssinian brother pulled him sharply by the coat tails.
"Sit down," he whispered hoarsely. "You're gumming it all up."
"I didn't sic Andrew on him!" protested Appleboy.
"But I say, why shouldn't he have?" demanded the baby's editor. "That's what anybody would do!"
Pepperill sprang frantically to his feet.
"Oh, I object! This juryman is showing bias. This is entirely improper."
"I am, am I?" sputtered the fat editor angrily. "I'll show you"
"You want to be fair, don't you?" whined
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