Chapter 19 A DEATH

"Aunt Judy, my Poilu is tellible sick! He can't open up his mouf mo'n 'bout a minute far. Won't you please, ma'm, punch it open wif the button hook so's I kin poke some breafkast down him?"

Mildred had the little puppy clasped in her arms and he did seem to be very miserable. His eyes were partly closed and his teeth were tightly clamped togethe