Smith is Smith and Jones is Jones and that's the first and last of it.

We all let it go at that." But now the last row of shingles was in place, the last door hung, the last door-knob set.

The whole house stood complete, inside and out, top and bottom, when a tattoo beat upon a dish pan gave the summons to the supper table.

The table was spread in all its luxurious variety and abundance beneath the poplar trees.

There the people gathered all upon the basis of pure democratic equality, "Duke's son and cook's son," each estimated at such worth as could be demonstrated was in him.