McAllister and His Double. Arthur Cheney Train

looking regretfully at his empty tin plate. "Now, I thought only horses ate carrots; and really, they're not bad at all. I should like some more. Er—Wilkins! Can we get some more carrots?"

      Wilkins shook his head mournfully.

      "Message for 34! Message for 34!"

      A letter was thrust through the bars.

      McAllister tore it open with feverish haste, and recognized the crabbed hand of old Mr. Potter.