McK.—How, for example?
Sag.—If need be, with the naked breasts of her sons!
McK.—My good friend, you err widely. The thing which there may be a dispute about is not Spanish honor, but Spanish soil.
Sag.—In every square foot of which, Senõr Porco—I mean Presidente—Spanish honor is rooted.
McK.—Sir, I shall consult my Secretary of Agriculture as to the desirability of annexing land which produces a crop like that. But this is your day to be dull: can you really suppose that in permitting you to have peace commissioners I expected them to claim the right of dissent? However these matters may be debated, there is but one deciding power—the will of the American Executive.
Sag.—Señor, you forget. Supreme over all, there is God!
McK.—O, I don’t know. He’s not the only——
Sag.—Holy cats!
[Enter Aguinaldo.]
McK.—First of all, Señor Prime Minister, you must renounce the island of Luzon, and——