For a moment Mrs. Fenelby was inclined to be hurt, and then she laughed.
“What is it?” her husband asked, as he seated himself at his end of the table, and unfolded his napkin.
“I’ll pay the twenty-four cents; but please don’t bring me any more candy,” she said. “I can’t afford presents. But that wasn’t what I was laughing about. I just happened to think of Will and Kitty. Will they have to pay duty on their trunks and all the things they have in them? Kitty has the most luxurious dresses, and luxuries pay thirty per cent. If she will have to pay on them perhaps I had better telegraph her to come with only a dress suit-case.”
They did not telegraph Kitty. About a week later Kitty arrived, and the next day Billy came, and to each the Fenelbys explained the Fenelby Tariff, on the way up from the station. Both thought it was a splendid idea, and agreed to uphold the tariff law and abide by it and be governed by it, and when Mrs. Fenelby handed Kitty’s baggage-checks to Tom and asked him to see that the three trunks were sent over from the city and delivered at the house, Mr. Fenelby had no idea what was in store for him.
“Mrs. Fenelby handed Kitty’s baggage-checks to Tom”