“Hon. Silence,” I exclaim, “how did you get into this country?”
“I got in,” she exclaim, “when Hon. Roosevelt got out.”
“Is Hon. Roosevelt got out?” I support.
“O yes,” say Angel, “can not you hear the sound of Silence all over land?
Silence in Congress, in Nursery, in Pulpit, in Wall Street?
Can not you hear it?
You are blind in ears if not!”
“O yes,” I retort, “I hear it, Mr. Angel;
But it is not Perfect Silence.”
“No, not Perfect Silence—