He must do something to heal this hurt.
The mob followed gleefully.

The Wilbur twin was hoping they would meet no other dog.

He didn't want good old Frank to eat another dog right on the street.
Back in Solly Gumble's he bought lavishly for his eight guests.

The guests were ideal; none of them spoke of having to leave early, though the day was drawing in.

And none of the guests noted that the almost continuous stream of small coin flowing to the Gumble till came now but from one pocket of the host.