With a hasty movement, MacDonald clapped one hand over Dutchy’s mouth, and with the other thrust a five-dollar bill into his fingers.
“Get out!” he choked, and shoved Dutchy violently toward the stairs.
At the bottom, Dutchy halted, turned and looked up with a grin.
“Py golly,” said he, “I shusht thought me dot I like jokes pretty good, and I hope dot——”
“Oh, shut up!” said MacDonald.
XIV—SPECKLES
This happened at a period in the history of the Hill Division when trade was very bad, and the directors, scowling over the company’s annual report, threw up their hands in holy horror; while from the sacred precincts of the board-room there emanated the agonized cry:
“Economy!”