about his recital that disarmed one. The poor lad's moral values were hopelessly confused: he boasted of his crimes, and apologised for his better impulses.
Madge took advantage of a lull in his talk to ask: \"Who's that a pitcher of in your bureau?\"
Chico sprang up and fetched it to the bed. \"That's me kid brutter, Tony,\" he said eagerly. \"Ain't he a swell-lookin' kid?\" The question unlocked the last stronghold of Chico's
about his recital that disarmed one. The poor lad's moral values were hopelessly confused: he boasted of his crimes, and apologised for his better impulses.
Madge took advantage of a lull in his talk to ask: \"Who's that a pitcher of in your bureau?\"
Chico sprang up and fetched it to the bed. \"That's me kid brutter, Tony,\" he said eagerly. \"Ain't he a swell-lookin' kid?\" The question unlocked the last stronghold of Chico's
