And then some other professor goes on where he
left off, and takes up the next leg."
"And do they get paid for it?" asked Mrs. Muldoon, with surprise.
"Sure, they do!" said Flannery. "Good money, too. A good specialist
professor gits more than an ixpriss agent. And 't is right they sh'u'd,"
he added generously, "for 't is by studyin' th' feet of fleas, and such,
they learn about germs, and how t' take out your appendix, and 'Is
marriage a failure?' and all that."
"Ye dumbfounder me, Mike Flannery," said Mrs. Muldoon. "Ye should have
been one of them professors yourself, what with all the knowledge ye
have. And ye think 't would be a good thing t' let th' little Frinchmin
come and take a room?"
"'T would be an honour to shake him by th' hand," said Mike Flannery,
and so the professor was admitted to the board and lodging of Mrs.
Muldoon.
The name of the professor who, after a short and unfruitful season at
Coney Island, took lodging with Mrs. Muldoon, was Jocolino. He had shown
his educated fleas in all the provinces of France, and in Paris itself,
but he made a mistake when he brought them to America.
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