and Jerry blabs it all out, and just why he wanted
it, and the next morning Muggles, to clinch the deal
and help Jerry, slips over to the hayseed and tells
him how the Sunnybrook Club are going to buy
Jerry's place, and how they wanted the swamp for
a hatchery--all true--and that the hayseed oughtn't
to wait a moment, but send word by HIM that the
deal was closed, because the club-house being near by
would make all the rest of his land twice as valuable;
and the old Skeezicks winked his eye and shifted
his tobacco and said he'd think about it, and now you
can't buy that sink-hole for twenty times what it's
worth, and the Sunnybrook is looking for another
site nearer Woodvale. Regular clown you are, Muggles.
Exactly like that fellow at the circus who holds
up one end of the tent and then, before the supes can
reach it, drops it for the other end."

When the results of this last well-intentioned effort
with its disastrous consequences became clear to the
Goat, that spotless gentleman leaned back in his
chair, threw hick his shoulders, shot out his cuffs, readjusted
his scarfpin and replied in an offended tone:

"All owing, my dear fellow, to the stupidity of
the agricultural class. I told the farmer he would
regret it, and he will. As for myself, I was awfully
disappointed. I had planned to run all the way back
to Jerry's and tell him the good news before be went
to sleep that night, and--"