"Same thing."
"You said pass," said Dennis obstinately. "I don't like that word."
"Purely technical sense."
"But there will be duties imposed?"
"Certainly."
"Aha!" said Dennis brightening. "Very high duties?"
"The maximum duty on luxuries," said Dink. "We're all good Republicans, aren't we?"
"I am, if I can write the tariff schedule," said Dennis, who, as may be seen, was orthodox.
When, on the following week, young Bellefont received his regular installment of high-priced indigestibles he was amazed to see the Gutter Pup and Lovely Mead appear with solemn demeanor.
"Hello," said the Millionaire Baby, placing himself in front of the half-open box.