Mr. Fraser smiled and remarked.
“You Tories will never forget that story.”
“Please tell it to me,” I was glad of a change.
“You tell it, Bang,” requested Fraser.
“No, you tell it,” and so requests and protests were bandied. At last Mr. Fraser complied.
“A French-Canadian, a habitant farmer, met a compatriot one January day some years ago, and remarked:
“ ‘Queen Victoria shees dead.’
“ ‘Queen Victoria shees dead! who get shees job?’
“ ‘Prince of Wales gets shees job.’
“ ‘By gosh, dat Prince of Wales feller mus’ have beeg pull wid Laurier.’