"Graft," sputtered Bartlett. "Who suggested graft? A wise manipulation of the financial end of a difficulty will more often save you than not. There is no graft in paying for a night's lodging."
"Under the present circumstances, paying for a night's lodging is graft," declared the general.
"It's graft, then, or prison," snapped Bartlett.
"Prison," said the general heroically.
"Prison is foolish," said Billy, "when one has a motor-car and can get away."
"Besides," said Bartlett, "graft is not dishonest for the man who gives the bribe."
"It ain't," agreed the Watermelon, "if the man has money enough to give publicly to some college or institution."
Henrietta drew on her gloves. "I think you are all cynics," said she. "Graft is dishonest."
"Why?" asked Bartlett, turning to her. "Why, Henrietta?"
"Because," said Henrietta firmly.