IT MADE A DIFFERENCE.
“Now, then,” said the short and fat and anxious-looking man as he sat down in the street car and unfolded a map he had just bought of a fakir. “I want to know how this old thing works. Let me first find the Philippine Islands and Manila. Here I am, and here is Ca-vitt.”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said the man on his left, “but that name is pronounced Kah-vee-tay.”
“Then why ain’t it spelled that way?” demanded the short and fat man. “No wonder Dooye has been left there a whole month without reinforcements when they mix up things that way.”
“You mean Dewey,” corrected the man on his right.
“I heard it called Dooye, sir.”
“But it isn’t right.”