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The
clown
had
done
it
,
that
man
of
whom
he
expected
things
so
fair
.
He
had
asked
in
a
loud
voice
of
the
middling
funny
gentleman
(
then
in
the
middle
of
a
song
)
whether
he
thought
Joey
would
be
long
in
coming
,
and
when
at
last
Joey
did
come
he
screamed
out
,
"
How
do
you
do
,
Joey
!
"
and
went
into
convulsions
of
mirth
.
Joey
and
his
father
were
shadowing
a
pork-butcher
's
shop
,
pocketing
the
sausages
for
which
their
family
has
such
a
fatal
weakness
,
and
so
when
the
butcher
engaged
Joey
as
his
assistant
there
was
soon
not
a
sausage
left
.
However
,
this
did
not
matter
,
for
there
was
a
box
rather
like
an
ice-cream
machine
,
and
you
put
chunks
of
pork
in
at
one
end
and
turned
a
handle
and
they
came
out
as
sausages
at
the
other
end
.
Joey
quite
enjoyed
doing
this
,
and
you
could
see
that
the
sausages
were
excellent
by
the
way
he
licked
his
fingers
after
touching
them
,
but
soon
there
were
no
more
pieces
of
pork
,
and
just
then
a
dear
little
Irish
terrier-dog
came
trotting
down
the
street
,
so
what
did
Joey
do
but
pop
it
into
the
machine
and
it
came
out
at
the
other
end
as
sausages
.
It
was
this
callous
act
that
turned
all
David
's
mirth
to
woe
,
and
drove
us
weeping
to
our
growler
.
Heaven
knows
I
have
no
wish
to
defend
this
cruel
deed
,
but
as
Joey
told
me
afterward
,
it
is
very
difficult
to
say
what
they
will
think
funny
and
what
barbarous
.
I
was
forced
to
admit
to
him
that
David
had
perceived
only
the
joyous
in
the
pokering
of
the
policeman
's
legs
,
and
had
called
out
heartily
"
Do
it
again
!
"
every
time
Joey
knocked
the
pantaloon
down
with
one
kick
and
helped
him
up
with
another
.
"
It
hurts
the
poor
chap
,
"
I
was
told
by
Joey
,
whom
I
was
agreeably
surprised
to
find
by
no
means
wanting
in
the
more
humane
feelings
,
"
and
he
would
n't
stand
it
if
there
was
n't
the
laugh
to
encourage
him
.
"
He
maintained
that
the
dog
got
that
laugh
to
encourage
him
also
.
However
,
he
had
not
got
it
from
David
,
whose
mother
and
father
and
nurse
combined
could
not
comfort
him
,
though
they
swore
that
the
dog
was
still
alive
and
kicking
,
which
might
all
have
been
very
well
had
not
David
seen
the
sausages
.
It
was
to
inquire
whether
anything
could
be
done
to
atone
that
in
considerable
trepidation
I
sent
in
my
card
to
the
clown
,
and
the
result
of
our
talk
was
that
he
invited
me
and
David
to
have
tea
with
him
on
Thursday
next
at
his
lodgings
.
"
I
sha
'n'
t
laugh
,
"
David
said
,
nobly
true
to
the
memory
of
the
little
dog
,
"
I
sha
'n'
t
laugh
once
,
"
and
he
closed
his
jaws
very
tightly
as
we
drew
near
the
house
in
Soho
where
Joey
lodged
.
But
he
also
gripped
my
hand
,
like
one
who
knew
that
it
would
be
an
ordeal
not
to
laugh
.
The
house
was
rather
like
the
ordinary
kind
,
but
there
was
a
convenient
sausage-shop
exactly
opposite
(
trust
Joey
for
that
)
and
we
saw
a
policeman
in
the
street
looking
the
other
way
,
as
they
always
do
look
just
before
you
rub
them
.
