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Show He Sold. He was trying to sell a dog, a bandylegged bandy-legged brute, with features calculated to stop a motor car, and the old lady did not seem averse to buying one. Their ideas as to the brute's value scarcely corresponded, however, and there was little prospect of agreement, when suddenly the lady demanded: "Will he bite?" "Only his meat, mum," responded the fancier. "Oh, but I wanted one for tramps." "Tramps is his meat, mum," was the artful reply, and there was a de.l after all. |