Oh! You Cain't Keep Dawgs Or Wimmin in Your Roo-om

He sat on the packing box in his room, flicking pieces of paper into the wastebasket in the middle of the bare floor. Then he heard a knock on the door. He got up slowly and opened it, but there was nobody there.

Yet he felt something at his leg. He looked down and there was a little brown dog chewing at his sock. He was surprised, and he wondered what a dog was doing in the House. Maybe he ought to get rid of him, but it was an awfully cute dog.

He sat down on the floor. The little brown dog came over and started making queer noises from the bottom of its throat, and then it padded over to the bedroom and pushed at the door. He opened it and saw a pretty girl, perched on the packing box, powdering her nose. Then he knew why the dog bad knocked on his door.