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Show A ComplaU AngUr. ''Clarence,, come In to dinner!" Mrs. Jonea stood at the door of her cottage, looking over toward a small boy who was fishing with a bent pin and herring bone on the brim of a puddle. t i ' i "'Clarence dinner I" Still Clarence fished. "Clarence I" No answer. "If' you don't come In lo .dinner at once, ray son," thrcotcned Mrs. Jones, "I won't give you any nt nil 1" Only a sudden tension of the small boy's frame ns ho gazed eagerly Into thu depths of tho murky puddle, Mrs. Jones' patlcnco was at an end. Silently she crept up behind tho dc llnqucnt nnd then, suddenly selr.lng him by the shoulders, shook him vlo- lently to nnd fro, "You rnscall" she cried. "Didn't you bear me call?" "No, ma," said tho youngster stout. ly. "I didn't henr you the first tlireo times und the last time I had a bite I" Exchange. |