I shot 'em all; before they had time to d'velop symptoms and things; or bite anybody.

One of 'em," he added, unctuously, "one of 'em b'longed to that little crippled Posthanger girl.

She cried and begged, something pitiful, when I come for him.

But dooty is dooty.

So I--" "OH!" The Mistress's horrified monosyllable broke in on the smug recital.