"The only way," continued Egghorn, "is to hup, hup, hup."
"Start the organ, please," said Kibosh to an assistant; and while the gasoline music played, "My spelling 'tis of thee," Kibosh walked round the table and gave every one an individual box of chickle. We chewed in silence, waiting for the voice of Professor Egghorn to go again.
"Hup, hup," said he, at length; "phonetic."
"I object!" Cottsill and Maverick called out loudly together.
"I move it's phonetic," said Totts.
"Second the hup, hup," said Egghorn.
"Those in favor——" Kibosh began.
"That's not properly seconded," interrupted Cottsill.
"Motion!" finished Egghorn, with a shriek. And we carried phonetic by eighteen to two.
"Since Professor Egghorn has shown us the only way," said Kibosh, "will he not kindly lead off with his suggestions for a reform list?"