"By George!" he said, "Flannery is right, 'pigs is pigs.' I'll have to get
authority on this thing. Meanwhile, Miss Kane, take this letter: Agent,
Westcote, N. J. Regarding shipment guinea-pigs, File No. A6754. Rule 83,
Gen. eral Instruction to Agents, clearly states that agents shall collect
from consignee all costs of provender, etc., etc., required for live stock
while in transit or storage. You will proceed to collect same from
consignee."

Flannery received this letter next morning, and when he read it he
grinned.

"Proceed to collect," he said softly. "How thim clerks do loike to be
talkin'! Me proceed to col- lect two dollars and twinty-foive cints off
Misther Morehouse! I wonder do thim clerks know Misther Morehouse? I'll
git it! Oh, yes! 'Misther Morehouse, two an' a quarter, plaze.' 'Cert'nly,
me dear frind Flannery. Delighted!' Not!"

Flannery drove the express wagon to Mr. Morehouse's door. Mr. Morehouse
answered the bell.

"Ah, ha!" he cried as soon as he saw it was Flannery. "So you've come to
your senses at last, have you? I thought you would! Bring the box in."

"I hev no box," said Flannery coldly. "I hev a bill agin Misther John C.
Morehouse for two dollars and twinty-foive cints for kebbages aten by his
dago pigs. Wud you wish to pay ut?"

"Pay-- Cabbages-- !" gasped Mr. Morehouse. "Do you mean to say that two
little guinea-pigs--"