A PATHETIC SIGHT We shall pay particular attention to this sumptuous automobile which was such as to attract attention in modest Bridgeboro.

For one thing it was of a rich shade of blue, whereas, the inhabitants of Bridgeboro being for the most part dead, their favorite color in autos was black.
The car, indeed, was the latest super six Hunkajunk touring model, a vision of grace and colorful beauty, set of with trimmings of shiny nickel.

The Hunkajunk people had outdone themselves in this latest model and had produced "the car of a thousand delights." That seemed a good many, but that is the number they announced, and surely they must have known.
When one sat in the soft, spacious rear seat of the Hunkajunk touring model, one felt the sensation of sinking into a--what shall I say?
One had a sort of sinking spell.

You will pay particular attention to the luxurious rear seat of this car because it was destined to be the couch of a world hero, rivalling Cleopatra's famous barge which you will find drifting around in the upper grade history books.
This was the only super six Hunkajunk touring car in Bridgeboro and it belonged to the Bartletts who on this momentous night occupied its front seat.
"Do look at that poor little fellow," said Mrs.Bartlett to her husband.
"Stop for just a second; _never_ saw such a pathetic picture in my _life_!" "Oh, what's the use stopping ?" said Mr.Bartlett good-humoredly.
"Because I'm not going to the Lyric Theatre and have that poor little hungry urchin haunting me all through the show.

I don't believe he's had _anything_ to eat all day.