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IN THE public market the butcher's scale banged down with a clank. The butcher grinned first at the pointer, then at me. The meat on the scale was worth far more than I was paying.
-"Bobtails," murmured the butcher caressingly--"Bobtails is good dogs!.'Member the little 'un I bought from your kennel a year back?"