"You're throwing us down," insisted Tip.
"Now, we're getting down to carpet tacks," said Billy. "But who are 'us'?"
"The party."
"The party?"
"The party."
"But the party and my friends are not necessarily the same thing."
"We elected you."
"That doesn't make you my friends. Understand me, Tip, there are a lot of folks in the party I like and admire—a lot of 'em. But the folks I like and admire don't come to me and give me orders, and my friends don't either. Not that you've been giving me any orders, Tip. You wouldn't do such a thing."
"It's all right to ride me," said Tip, without losing for a minute his amiable smile, "but you might better leave off the spurs."
"I ain't riding anything to-day," averred Billy. "There's the bowl. Dip you out another glassful."