"Yes he will," said the angel. "Mr. Pate is a good man. He reads the prayers in church."
"I'll sue him," said Simon.
"What?"
"I'll sue M. T. Pate for ten dollars," said Simon, savagely.
"Sue your own lawyer?" exclaimed the mother of the cherubs. "Your own lawyer, who has made a great speech, and gained our case?"
"He didn't gain our case,—he lost it."
"Lost our case?" screamed the angel. "Simon Rump, you don't mean to say that Pate lost our case?"
"That's just what happened," said Simon Rump.
"Did he make a speech?"
"He made a speech, and then he ran away."