“Faith, yes, for the likes of him. But the little white ones work chaper, you know, and so they have to put in their little earnings and help kape things goin’. Times is hard, and the rich corpuscles can’t support the hull system.”
“But surely it must greatly impoverish the organism to have these white corpuscles set to bear burdens before they are able to do so. With so many of these busy in the circulation, I do not wonder that the system suffers from anæmia.”
The police corpuscle glowered at the new comer.
“You must be one of them blooming foreigners that’s bin brought into the country,” he said. “You take my advice, and keep still and tend to business, or it’s trouble ye’ll be gitting into. I’ve a notion to run you in myself now for malicious imperdence.” And he looked so threatening that the little corpuscle hurried off, fearful lest he might be deprived of his liberty.
He had made the round of the circulation, and was carrying a load to the brain, when he met a corpuscle staggering along under the weight of a big bundle.
“Where are you going?” he asked of the new comer.
“To the Relief Home,” he replied.
“I do not know what that is.”
“Why, it is a home provided for poor corpuscles. Do they not take means to help such in your country?”
“I do not know what they are. Are they anything like rich corpuscles?”