"I will not. It was a dirty dream. It isn't any of your business. If you weren't a friend of my Uncle Ed Kelly, I'd call a policeman for your bothering me."
"Did you have things like live rats in your stomach to digest for you? Did they—"
"Oh! How did you know? Get away from me. I will call a policeman. Mr. McCarty, this man is annoying me."
"The devil he is, Miss Ananias. Old Bascomb just doesn't have it in him any more. There's no more harm in him than a lamp post."
"Did the lamp posts have hair on them, Miss Teresa? Did they pant and swell and smell green—"
"Oh! You couldn't know! You awful man!"
"I'm Agnes," said Agnes; but Teresa dragged Agnes away with her.
"What is the lamp-post jag, Bascomb?" asked Officer Mossback McCarty.
"Ah—I know what it is like to be in hell, Mossback. I dreamed of it last night."
"And well you should, a man who neglects his Easter duty year after year. But the lamp-post jag? If it concerns anything on my beat, I have to know about it."