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rest of this legislation is on the same basis. Here's a legislature
that's like Dave Darrington's hogs. After old Dave lost his voice and
couldn't holler to the hogs, he used to rap on the trough with his cane
at feeding-time. Then a woodpecker made his home in the pig-pen and the
hogs went crazy. Vard Waymouth is all bill! I'd reckoned I'd go home.
But I guess I'll stay and see just how far dam foolishness can go!"
So he patrolled the lobby, puffing everlastingly at his cigar, watching
the activity of Harlan with a disgust that he did not try to conceal and
occasionally flinging a sour remark at that devoted young man.
"A calf leaving the cow to chase a steer," he growled. "He'll know
better when it comes supper-time!"
One day a man halted him. "You may be interested in what's going on in
the House, just now, Mr. Thornton. Your grandson is making a speech."
"Then he _has_ lost his mind!" snapped the Duke. "I'd only suspected it
up to now!"
But when he edged in at the door he discovered that his grandson was not
making the usual spectacle which the untried orator affords.
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