Flopit

"Now Flopit must have his darlin '' ickle run," said Flopit's mistress, setting the doglet upon the ground.

Seventeen 1915

With a fearful oath Flopit sprang upward and annexed himself to the under lip of the horrified Clematis.

Seventeen 1915

Flopit was baresark from the first, and the mystery is where he learned the dog-cursing that he did.

Seventeen 1915

Flopit, placed upon the ground, looked like something that had dropped from a Christmas tree, and he automatically made use of fuzzy legs, son what longer than a caterpillar's, to patter after his mistress.

Seventeen 1915

Miss Parcher became faint and leaned against the hedge along which they had been passing, but her visitor continued to scream, while Mr. Watson endeavored to kick Clematis without ruining Flopit -- a difficult matter.

Seventeen 1915

Having no experience of battle, save with bedroom slippers and lace handkerchiefs, Flopit had little doubt of his powers as a warrior.

Seventeen 1915

And, repeating the honeyed word, so entrancingly distorted, he fell into a kind of stupor; vague, beautiful pictures rising before him, the one least blurred being of himself, on horseback, sweeping between Flopit and a racing automobile.

Seventeen 1915

"Lucky for us," she said, "we had a nice dray bid mans to protect us, wasn't it, Flopit?"

Seventeen 1915

"Flopit look so toot an 'tunnin'," she was heard to remark.

Seventeen 1915

He fluently avowed himself to have become insane over the beauty of Flopit.

Seventeen 1915