"The Eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wing
He can at pleasure still their melody."
"That's nonsense," said Margaret, calmly. "I haven't the
least
idea
what you're talking about, and I don't believe you have either."
He waved the dollar bill with a heroical gesture. "Here," he asserted,
"is the Eagle. And by the little birds, I have not a doubt he meant