"I find that
all I have to do is to be patient--I hate people, and think I'd like
to poison them, but if I only wait long enough, something happens to
them much worse than I ever dreamed of. You'll be revenged on the
Robbies some day."
"I don't want any revenge," Montague answered. "I've no quarrel with
them--I simply wish I hadn't accepted their hospitality. I didn't
know they were such little people. It seems hard to believe it."
Mrs. Billy laughed cynically. "What could you expect?" she said.
"They know there's nothing to them but their money. When that's
gone, they're gone--they could never make any more."
The lady gave a chuckle, and added: "Those words make me think of
Davy's experience when he wanted to go to Congress! Tell him about
it, Davy."
But Mr. Alden did not warm to the subject; he left the tale to his
sister.
"He was a Democrat, you know," said she, "and he went to the boss
and told him he'd like to go to Congress. The answer was that it
would cost him forty thousand dollars, and he kicked at the price.
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