"The poor things!"

"That's it. Though I betray them I pity them. Democracy; slowly and

surely. As prickly with faults as a cactus pear; but every year there

are less prickles. We don't stand still or retrogress; we keep going on

and up. Take this town. Think of It to-day and compare it with the town

your father knew. There's the bell. I imagine that will be Harrison. If

we can move this chap will you go to a hotel for the night?"

"I'm going to stay here, Cutty. That's final."

Cutty sighed.




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