stated his case clearly, and gave his arguments in full, quoting a page or two from the encyclopedia to prove that guinea-pigs were not common pigs.     

       With the care that characterizes corporations when they are systematically conducted, Mr. Morehouse's letter was numbered, O.K'd, and started through the regular channels. Duplicate copies of the bill of lading, manifest, Flannery's receipt for the package and several other pertinent papers were pinned to the letter, and they were passed to the head of the Tariff Department.     

       The head of the Tariff Department put his feet on his desk and yawned. He looked through the papers carelessly.     

       “Miss Kane,” he said to his stenographer, “take this letter. 'Agent, Westcote, N. J. Please advise why consignment referred to in attached papers was refused domestic pet rates.”'     

       Miss Kane made a series of curves and angles on her note book and waited with pencil poised. The head of the department looked at the papers again.     

       “Huh! guinea-pigs!” he said. “Probably starved to death by this time! Add this to that letter: 'Give condition of consignment at present.'”      

       He tossed the papers on to the stenographer's desk, took his feet from his own desk and went out to lunch.     

       When Mike Flannery received the letter he scratched his head.     

       “Give prisint condition,” he repeated thoughtfully. “Now what do thim clerks be wantin' to know, I wonder! 'Prisint condition, 'is ut? Thim pigs, praise St. Patrick, do be in good health, so far as I know, but I niver was no veternairy surgeon to dago pigs. Mebby thim clerks wants me to call in the pig docther an' have their pulses took. Wan thing I do know, howiver, which is they've glorious appytites for pigs of their soize. Ate? They'd ate the brass padlocks off of a barn door I If the paddy pig, by the same token, ate as hearty as these dago pigs do, there'd be a famine in Ireland.”      

       To assure himself that his report would be up to date, Flannery went to the rear of the office and looked into the cage. The pigs had been transferred to a larger box—a dry goods box.     

       “Wan, — 

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