“Come, now, don’t give me any of your tomato sauce.”
. . . “A boy threw my favorite sister at a cat last week and I have never been able to abide boys since; and, come to think of it you look like that boy.”
“Oh! no, sir, it wasn’t I,” said Billy, frightened. “I – I’ve only just come.”
. . . hundreds of other tomatoes, not quite so large as the first one it is true, but large enough to frighten Billy, were shaking their heads at him threateningly.
But Billy plucked up his courage and said in a voice that was a wee bit shaky, “Come, now, don’t give me any of your tomato sauce; if you’re not careful I’ll squash you.”
By W. W. Denslow and Dudley A Bragdon.
Pictures by Denslow.
G. W. Dillingham Co. Publishers: New York. 1906.
2 thoughts on “Tomato Sauce!”
Crazy! I love it!
I am waiting for an opportunity to tell someone not to give me any of their tomato sauce!