"Yes, father."
Mr. Fiske frowned and pondered for a minute. Then he said:
"Well, my son, that is just about the distinction I should make."
"See that man over there. He is a bombastic mutt, a windjammer nonentity, a false alarm, and an encumberer of the earth!"
"Would you mind writing all that down for me?"
"Why in the world—"
"He's my husband, and I should like to use it on him some time."