"I second dot motion!" said Dr. Fooss, winking so violently at me that his glasses wabbled.
"Gentlemen," said I, "it has been moved and seconded that this epoch-making letter be read aloud. All those in favor will kindly say 'aye.'"
"Aye! Aye!" they exclaimed, fairly wriggling in their furtive joy.
"The contrary-minded will kindly emit the usual negation," I went on.... "It seems to be carried.... It is carried. The chairman will proceed to the reading of the epoch-making letter."
I quietly lighted a five-cent cigar, unfolded the letter and read aloud:
"Joneses Shack,
Golden Glacier, Cook's Peninsula, Baffin Land,
March 15, 1915.
"Professor, Dear Sir:
"I already wrote you three times no answer having been rec'd perhaps you think I'm kiddin' you're a dam' liar I ain't.