“Don't you go to pick on me!” he warned Matt furiously. “I'll not be picked on in my own office, even by a relative.”
Matt threw back his head and chanted,
“There was I, waiting at the church,
Waiting at the church—”
“I was right!” Cappy shrilled. “My mode of procedure was without a flaw.”
“Absolutely! The operation was a success, but the patient died.”
“But a feller just has to haggle!” Cappy wailed. He was almost on the verge of tears. “It's the basic principle of all trading. Why, I've made my everlasting fortune by haggling. Drat your picture, don't you know that the very pillars of financial success rest on counter-propositions?”
“Listen, relative, listen: I haven't said a word to you, have I?” Matt replied.
“No; but you looked it, and I'll not be looked at.”
“All right, Cappy, I'll not look. But I can't help thinking.”
“Thinking what?”