"He's an Idiot from Idaho," asserted the Bibliomaniac.
"Yes; but I'm afraid idiocy is a little contagious," observed the Doctor, with a grin and sidelong glance at the School-master.[Pg 91]
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"'YOU DON'T MEAN TO SAY THAT YOU WRITE FOR THE PAPERS?'"
"Good-morning, gentlemen," said the Idiot, as he seated himself at the breakfast-table and glanced over his mail.
"Good-morning yourself," returned the Poet. "You have an unusually large number of letters this morning. All checks, I hope?"
"Yes," replied the Idiot. "All checks of one kind or another. Mostly checks on ambition—otherwise, rejections from my friends the editors."