Droozle

"Droozle," said the girl passionately, looking down at the writer, "you know your master is in great need of funds.

Droozle Frank Banta

"Far from it," answered Jean, seating himself and parking Droozle on his knee.

Droozle Frank Banta

Droozle had ceased wriggling for the moment and lay there shaking violently, as though he had malaria.

Droozle Frank Banta

_Droozle was probably the greatest writer in the world -- any world!

Droozle Frank Banta

While the girl and the young artist watched anxiously, Droozle first wandered about uncertainly for a few minutes and then curled up on a newspaper and went to sleep.

Droozle Frank Banta

"For the present, yes," assented Jean stoically, as he brought fresh sheets of paper from his desk for Droozle.

Droozle Frank Banta

Droozle unavoidably centrifuged this time, but did manage, with laborious lateral movements, to mix the hemoglobin back with the plasma again.

Droozle Frank Banta

"Loathing is no reason to turn away from reality, Droozle," admonished the artist.

Droozle Frank Banta

Droozle wrote serenely on, his ruby eyes glowing enigmatically.

Droozle Frank Banta

Blandly the tall, young artist slid Droozle from his breast pocket, straightened him from his U-shape and handed his twelve-inch pen to her.

Droozle Frank Banta