Seven millionaires ran into my quarters and chased me out and down Broadway into the offices of the Westchester Air Line Company.

Then these seven merciless multi-millionaires in buckram bound and gagged me, stuffed my pockets full of salary, and forced me to typewrite a fearful and secret oath to serve them for five long, weary years.

That's a sample of how the wealthy grind the noses of the poor, isn't it, Drina ?" The child slipped her hand from his, smiling uncertainly.
"You don't mean all that, do you ?" "Indeed I do, sweetheart." "Are you not a soldier lieutenant any more, then ?" she inquired, horribly disappointed.
"Only a private in the workman's battalion, Drina." "I don't care," retorted the child obstinately; "I like you just as much." "Have you really done it ?" asked Selwyn as the first course was served.
"_I ?_ No.

_They ?_ Yes.

We'll probably lose the Philippines now," he added gloomily; "but it's my thankless country's fault; you all had a chance to make me dictator, you know.