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Show WOULD NOT PLEASE "FLOSSIE." That 8tore Had No Bone Doggie Could Appreciate. Tho 'phone In tho ofllco of a down town establishment devoted to dry goods and various articles of feminine apparel rang sharpiv and the head bookkeeper responded. Tho voice ho heard was a feminine voice. It was Fomcwlint Indignant Mul It began conversation con-versation without preliminaries. "Thoso bones jou sf.nt up are altogether alto-gether too larpo." auM tho voice. "1 told you I wan cd small bones. This Is my llttlo dog's blrthdny, and I wanted to give her some nice llttlo bones as a special treat. And here yen havo sent up some great enormous enor-mous tlilnps only (It for n St. Bernard. My pooi Flossie, wl'n her dainty lit-tb lit-tb teeth never could manage thorn In the world, and she and I nro both awfully disappointed-" "I bog your pardon, madam," said tho bookkeeper In nstcnlshment, "but 1 nm afraid you havo rung up tho wrong place. This ! not n mnrket. and the only bones we ever send out are the kind that come tn corsets." Provldenco Journnl. |