Pimp, You'll Do to Yourself, Miss You

Joe was evidently made uncomfortable by what he supposed to be my loss of appetite. He took a thoughtful bite out of his slice, which he didn't seem to enjoy. The one during consternation with which Joe stopped on the threshold of his bite and stared at me or too evident to escape my sister's observation. I took advantage of a moment when Joe had just looked at me and got my bread and butter down my leg. By this time, my sister was quite desperate, so she pounced on Joe, and taking him by the two whiskers knocked his head for a little while against the wall behind him While I sat in the corner, looking guiltily on.