The Air-Dale of a Boy

'I'd like to get one of those police dogs,' said Myrtle Wilson. 'What kind are they?' asked Mrs. Wilson eagerly as he came to the taxi window. The man peered doubtfully into the basket, plunged in his hand, and drew one up,. wriggling by the back of the neck. "'Here's your money, going by ten more dogs with it.' We drove over to Fifth Avenue, so warm and soft almost pastoral on the summer Sunday afternoon that I wouldn't have been surprised to see a great flock of white sheep turn the corner"'The apartment was on the top floor, a small living room, a small dining room, "'small bedroom and