McK.—Indeed! And what do you think of it?
R.—The worst I ever! It does not at all express my views on the——
McK.—The views expressed are supposed to be those of the President.
R.—The devil!
McK.—I beg pardon. The President.
R.—But where do I come in?
McK.—Into what? The White House? Where the cat does, I think. The other entrances are guarded.
R.—Look here, pardner, I mean to be a part of this administration.
McK.—With that hat?
R.—What’s the matter with the hat?