"
As the professor's meaning dawned on Mrs. Muldoon a look of amazement
spread over her face.
"And would be ye makin' poor Mike Flannery pay good money for thim
rascal fleas he kilt, and him with his ankles so bit up they look like
the small-pox, to say nothin' of other folks which is th' same?" she
cried. "'Tis ashamed ye should be, Mister Professor, bringin' fleas into
America and lettin' them run loose! Ye should muzzle thim, Mister
Professor, if ye would turn thim out to pasture in the boardin'-house of
a poor widdy woman, and no end of trouble, and worry, and every one
sayin', 'Why did ye let th' Dago come for, annyhow?'"
The professor and his friends sat silent under this attack, and when it
was finished they arose.
"Be so kind," said the professor, politely, "to tell the Flannery the
ultimatum of Monsieur the Professor Jocolino. One hundred educate French
flea have I bring to the States United. Of the progeny I do not say. One
milliard, two milliard, how many is those progeny I do not know, but of
him I speak not. Let him go. I make the Flannery a present of those
progeny. But for those one hundred fine educate French flea must he pay.
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