CHAPTER XXIV

OLD DOG TRAY BARKS Jim Budd had picked up a new song. Much to the relief of his sore-tried wife, he occasionally monotoned it in place of the Grimes catalogue of virtues and clothing. Vicky could hear him in the kitchen singing it now. “Old dog Tray ever faithful, Grief cannot drive him away. He’s gentle and he’s kind, And you’ll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.” Oddly enough the words hummed them…