Ptomaine Street by Carolyn Wells — Read

Lotta Munn ran in occasionally. She was of the anecdotal type. The stories she told made one gasp. They were always prefaced by an "Oh, my dear, I can't tell you _that_ one -- it's _too_ awful!"

Warble didn't care much for these tales, indeed, frequently missed the point, and laughed purely from a sense of duty.