McK.—That you would make a good running mate for a lame tortoise.
H.—Indeed!
McK.—He added that you had been drowned by the British Ambassador in the Nicaragua Canal.
H.—Anything more?
McK.—He said that you parted your beard on the Greenwich meridian.
H.—Yes.
McK.—He said that if asininity had not been invented you would invent it.
[Enter Mark Hanna. Exit, McKinley.]
Mark Hanna—Good-morning, Mr. Secretary.
H.—What is your business with me, sir?