j^g^ SCAMP AT^D THE FAT WOMAN. 



At last the thin man got tired. He was so weak he could not 

 lift up his other arm, and he began to yell. This brought a 

 crowd, and my master called to me, " Scamp! ScaiTip! What are 

 YOU doin-V" I let go the skeleton's arm, and the poor fellow fell 

 over backwards. The fat woman only laughed the more when she 



saw him fall. , , . 



My master tried to get me away, bat.the fat woman begged him 

 to let me stay and eat some cake. Oh! What a quantity of cake 

 she gave me! It tasted better than the skeleton's arm, and 1 ate a 



good deal. , 



At last my master said he must go; and when we went down- 

 stairs he told me I was so badly behaved he would never take me 

 to the museum again. I don't want to go, except to get some more 

 cake. 



