“Then I will do so,” added the president promptly.
“If there is any blame, I will share it with you.”
“Go ahead, Wolf! If you only beat the other line, my father will be satisfied. I shall go up to Hitaca with you.”
“I will have a stateroom ready for you, if you wish to sleep on board.”
“Thank you, Wolf.”
“But we want some handbills, Mr. President, to inform the public of the new arrangement. You can have them printed so that we can take them as we return, and have them ready to scatter all over Hitaca when we get there to-night.”
“I will have them done.”
I sat down at my desk, and wrote the following advertisement:
NO MONOPOLY!
THROUGH LINE TO UCAYGA!