human
Grant, cried the Doctor, in his excited treble,
gpt
shrilled the old man.
human
Damn sight of revolution you'll kick up charging over the country with your water-tank patriots--your--your box-car statesmen--now, won't you?
gpt
Here--Doctor,--come--be--
human
Now, you let me say my say. The world's moving along--moving pretty fast and generally to one end, and that end is to put food in the bellies, clothes on the back, and brains in the head of the working man. The whole trend of legislation all over the world has gone that way. Hell's afire, Grant--what more do you want? We've given you the inheritance tax and the income tax and direct legislation to manipulate it, and, by Ned, instead of staying with the game and helping us work these things out in wise administration, you fly the coop, and go squawking over the country with your revolution and leave me--damn it, Grant, piped the little, high voice, sputtering with rage,