“With sufficient leisure I might save America,” I mention.
“Such worthy thought!” she relish. “Therefore you are permitted 1 day lie-off from rakish labours on lawn.”
I make back-away with humbel bows. O-Fido do somewhat simlar. When we arrive to gate-post Mrs. Lusy Macdonald exclaim for sweetness:
“How you shall spent this day of idle enjoyment, please?”
“I shall spent it in worrying about the ruin of America which should occur on Nov. 3,” are fuss I make & do a vanish. O-Fido do same way.
So I go to street corner & set on water-plog to enjoy sorrow without interrupt. O-Fido devote time smelling rats which is not there under pavement.
Near off by lamp-post I see several carpenter-mans at work in middle of street a-building 1 tiny house of delicious sheet-iron. It were a awful temporary-looking struxure of 6 × 10 architexure.
Pretty soonly long come one Hon. Police, by name Paul Smutz, who get my affection by arrest of Bunkio Saguchi for gin-drunk. I are a proud acquaintanceship to this hero.
“Such oddy house!” I say-it with points to place what them carpenter-mans was a-building. “What you call such a cabin in American language?”
“That house,” say Hon. Police, “are called a Pole.”