THE RIVAL MUSICIANS.

“Tf you give over-spanking me, I’ll tell you a bit of news,” said Patch.
“Well,” said Switch, laying down his stick, for he was a great gossip.
‘What is it?”
“You know Miss Tibbs over the way?”
“The woman who keeps cats, yes!”
‘Well, I heard her tell our master the other day that he had no
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“Why?” “ Because—” : .
Just then Sandy and Punch came up, so Patch had to whisper it.
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“No, .the Prima Donna wants to hear us play,” suggested Punch,
who was rather high-minded.

“Nothing of the kind, said Switch, “Dr. Gibbs is keeping us here
without paying our taxes.”

“You mean to say we're not respectable dogs?” asked Punch.

“You mean to say, I, a free-born Scotch terrier, haven’t a ticket?”
screamed Sandy.

“That is what I have just heard,” said Switch. You heard the lady

opposite say so, didn’t you, Patch?” Patch nodded.

“ Well, the best thing for us to do is to pack up our trumpets and bolt,”

Sandy decided. “ A master who doesn’t provide us with a license should be—”
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