McGinty rose with gloom upon his brow.
"Brother Morris," said he, "you were always a croaker.

So long as the members of this lodge stand together there is no power in the United States that can touch them.

Sure, have we not tried it often enough in the lawcourts?
I expect the big companies will find it easier to pay than to fight, same as the little companies do.

And now, Brethren," McGinty took off his black velvet cap and his stole as he spoke, "this lodge has finished its business for the evening, save for one small matter which may be mentioned when we are parting.

The time has now come for fraternal refreshment and for harmony." Strange indeed is human nature.