"Does thee remember the poem?" said Donny to Mr. Tappen, and repeated the following lines:
"So when the deep disgust takes hold
And I am dumb and dry,
I'll quit the folk who pester me
And tell the world good-by
And settle at the cider mill
In Jericho, L. I."
And I am dumb and dry,
I'll quit the folk who pester me
And tell the world good-by
And settle at the cider mill
In Jericho, L. I."
"What is that from?" asked Escargot.
"Doesn't thee know?" said Fourchette. "It's a verse from a poem Mr. Mistletoe wrote about this cider mill. He wrote it and got it printed in a book."
"No, thee never told me," said Escargot. He liked saying thee, because it was just like the French way of saying tu when you know people very well.
It may have been partly the cheerful influence of the clear autumn elixir they were drinking, for it was then that the great idea came to them. Escargot said it first.
"Look here," he said. "Thee told me about a big printing press not far from Roslyn. Instead of thee going to Station M. E. O. W. to broad-
