Go on, Mr. Tutt. Call your next witness."
"Mrs. Appleboy," called out Tutt, "will you kindly take the chair?" And
that good lady, looking as if all her adipose existence had been devoted
to the production of the sort of pies that mother used to make, placidly
made her way to the witness stand.
"Did you know that Andrew was a vicious dog?" inquired Tutt.
"No!" answered Mrs. Appleboy firmly. "I didn't."
O woman!
"That is all," declared Tutt with a triumphant smile.
"Then," snapped Pepperill, "why did you send for him?"
"I was lonely," answered Bashemath unblushingly.
"Do you mean to tell this jury that you didn't know that that dog was
one of the worst biters in Livornia?"
"I do!" she replied. "I only knew Aunt Eliza had a dog. I didn't know
anything about the dog personally."
"What did you say to your aunt in your letter?"
"I said I was lonely and wanted protection."
"Didn't you hope the dog would bite Mr. Tunnygate?"
"Why, no!" she declared. "I didn't want him to bite anybody."
At that the delicatessen man poked the plumber in the ribs and they both
grinned happily at one another.
Pepperill gave her a last disgusted look and sank back in his seat.
"That is all!" he ejaculated feebly.
"One question, if you please, madam," said Judge Witherspoon. "May I be
permitted to"--he coughed as a suppressed snicker ran round the
court--"that is--may I not--er--Oh, look here! How did you happen to
have the idea of getting a dog?"
Mrs.
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