Something told the owner this would be the last raise.
"Let's see the money!" He saw it, and the prodigy, Frank, sometimes called George by the owner's little sister, had a new master.

The Wilbur twin tingled through all his being when the end of the rope leash was placed in his hand.
A tradesman now descried them from the rear door of his shop.

He saw smoke from the relighted pennygrabs and noted the mound of excelsior.
"Hi, there!" he called, harshly.

"Beat it outa there! What you want to do--set the whole town afire ?" Of course nothing of this sort had occurred to them, but only Merle answered very politely, "No, sir!" The others merely moved off, holding the question silly.

Wilbur Cowan stalked ahead with his purchase.
"I hate just terrible to part with him," said the dog's late owner.
"Come on to Solly Gumble's," said Wilbur, significantly.