“The second thing,” resumed the newcomer, “is a Man!”
The Directors looked at each other and did not see such a being.
“The actual Superintendent of Dunderbunk is a dunderhead,” said Churm.
“Pun!” cried Sam Gwelp, waking up from a snooze.
Several of the Directors, thus instructed, started a complimentary laugh.
“Order, gentlemen! Orrderr!” said the President, severely, rapping with a paper-cutter.
“We must have a Man, not a Whiffler!” Churm continued. “And I have one in my eye.”
Everybody examined his eye.
“Would you be so good as to name him?” said Old Brummage, timidly.
He wanted to see a Man, but feared the strange creature might be dangerous.