"For once," Marc said, "I'm with you one hundred percent." He moved to her side in a limp gesture of staunch support, blinking drowsily.
Toffee eyed the revelling law makers with a selective eye. Her gaze fell to two rotund parties who, their arms clasped about each other's shoulders, were dancing a polka in the aisle. As one of the bulbous rears swiveled in her direction, she let go. It was a direct hit on the target.
With a searing cry the erstwhile dancer unclasped his partner and doubled over, his chops aquiver with an emotion too great for expression.
His partner, at first taken aback, eyed this inexplicable development with bleary gloom. Then he beamed with happy understanding.
"Leap frog!" he yelled joyously. "Hey, fellas! Leap frog!"
The rush for the aisle was instantaneous and enthusiastic. As the playful congressmen lined up for the game, Toffee leaped to the top of the table and assumed a firing stance. Taking careful aim as the first gamester wheezed up the aisle and boosted himself aloft over the back of his suffering brother, she executed a neat wing shot which dropped her victim into place with a convulsion of shocked pain.
"Fish in a barrel," Toffee said gleefully.
"Good," Marc said, coming momentarily awake. "There! Get that gaffer on the rise!"
And another congressman doubled in mid-air and came to earth with a rasp on his lips.