“He must have had a policy,” shouted someone else.
“Not at all. He belongs to that class of animal called ‘Mammal.’”
“Well, what has that to do with it?”
“Everything. He has no backbone.”
“Hs-sch. If you’re not careful he will round on you. You’re betraying ignorance.”
“No matter. I said it out of kindness to give him an opening. But he’s missed it.”
“What is his policy?”
“The destruction of fleas.”
“Are they not an Irish importation?”
“Oh, no. Lace and poplins come from there. It is a revival.”