"Stacking up nicely, eh?" Toffee said. "Makes a neat exhibit, all of them in a row like that."
The sport continued apace. It wasn't long before the aisle was lined from end to end with tortured congressmen who moaned and wailed like lost souls taking hell's post grad course. Texas, naturally, made the loudest noise.
"Here, now!" he blurted. "What's going on here? What do you fellows think you're doing; you look like a lot of distressed cats who've found cement in the sand box. It doesn't look at all nice. I'm surprised at you, Maine, for being mixed up in this sort of thing. You, too, South Dakota. Young woman, why are you standing on that table?"
"When I go to the circus," Toffee said, "I like to see everything. I wouldn't want to miss this for the world."
"I thought I told you to go home. The Congress has finished with you."
"But have I finished with the Congress?" Toffee said. "That's what I ask myself."
"Get out!" the Chair cried, definitely beginning to show cracks about the outer surface. "Please go home. Please!"
"I'm afraid I can't," Toffee said. She nodded significantly toward the convulsed members. "I'd hate to go and leave so much unfinished business behind. Or should I say so much behind, unfinished business?"
"Do you mean to say that you are in some way responsible for that repellent demonstration in the aisle?"
"I take the credit proudly," Toffee said. "Remember, I said I had a secret weapon? However, I must say that Mr. Pillsworth, here, has given me all sorts of moral support."