"Money! And when do you expect to strike it, my good man?"
"On Saturday!" replied the other, and resumed operations.
WAR
Some nations were fighting fiercely.
"Why are you fighting so?" inquired the bystanders, moved at length to curiosity.
"To save civilization!" replied the nations severally.
Here a draggled figure rose from the mire under the feet of the combatants and limped lamely away.
"And who are you?" asked the bystanders, with a disposition to get to the bottom of the matter.
"Don't speak to me—I'm civilization!" the figure made answer, somewhat pettishly.