rings?quot; quot;But erson began. quot;tten is crying for milk, Mr. Peterson. And -piano plays.quot; quot;But its not my kitten,quot; Peterson said reasonably. quot;Its just a kitten t rying to give it a sure its still around. I seen it since terday.quot; tten appeared, looked at Peterson reproacself against t-piano players mec;ait a minute!quot; Peterson exclaimed. quot;t cat been from me? am I supposed to do?quot; quot;Cerson, c kitten as a ering t is to say, kitten. An effort on t of to --quot; quot;But it c; Peterson cried, quot;t t . I didnt o do !quot; t-piano player repeated ;Yes, Mr. Peterson, I knoo you, it is all a gigantic conspiracy. Ive ory a imes. But tten is not? tten is not?quot; Peterson looked at tten, o its empty dis;Listen Mr. Peterson,quot; t-piano player said, quot;listen!quot; to the hideous music began.
ter terson opened antly, in response to an insistent ringing, and found ared at by ters, carrying suitcases. quot;Im S; t girl said, quot;and to stay.quot; tremely purposeful. quot;Im sorry,quot; Peterson said, quot;I cant --quot; quot;e sleep anyness of , quot;on to. eve done it before.quot; Ann and Louise stood on toes to get a good look. quot;s t funny music?quot; S;it sounds pretty far-out. e really be any trouble at all and itll just be a little ion.quot; quot;Yes,quot; Peterson said, quot;but ;Youre an artist,quot; Sernly, quot;airs.quot; Peterson cursed ting of tory. quot;Listen,quot; ;I cant even feed t. I cant even keep myself in beer. t t be autic. Im a minor artist.quot; quot;tural misfortune of our mortal and feeble condition is so c ; S;ts Pascal.quot; quot;I kno; Peterson said, ;; Louise asked. Ann marco tco prepare, from supplies removed from ;Kiss me,quot; S;I need love.quot; Peterson fleo o a telep;Miss Arbor? terson. Listen, Miss Arbor, I cant do it. No, I mean really. Im being punis it. No, I mean it. You cant imagine as a great personal favor. Miss Arbor? Please?quot;
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