9/79 A cat was often to be seen coming up from the area to lounge in the doorway. To that cat I firmly believe I owe it that I did not then lose my wager. The dog, resenting this demonstration of feeling, dropped the scrap of paper and made for the cat. I sank back into my chair. A workingman in the square, looking about him for a pipe-light, espied the paper frisking near the curb-stone. |