human
Twenty-five dollars for the Widows and Orphans Fund! I never heard of it before! protested the
gpt
There must be a mistake, sir, said the steward,
human
My name on the paper? Quit your kidding.
gpt
O, but it is, sir. I made a careful copy myself, sir, of all the names, and I'm sure I'm right.
human
Then I must have done it in my sleep, exclaimed the puzzled McGregor.
gpt
Where is the bulletin board?
human
I'll show you, sir, and the steward led the way to the saloon deck. Shortly they stood before the board in question. There were a number of notices on the board, but the steward pointed out the one in question.
gpt
There it is, sir, and there's your name,
human
We, the Undersigned, subscribe to the Widows and Orphans Fund the amount set after each of our names:
gpt
It is sure enough my signature and no forgery. But when in the name of Mike did I do it?
human
Seems to me I've seen that list before, said Miss Hasbrouck.
gpt
It looks like one that was attached to a letter I received to-day.
human
Look, he said, displaying the back of the paper.
gpt
The Codfish has put one over on us. This list has been very neatly pasted onto the bottom of the Widows and Orphans Fund subscription paper, and as both were written on ship's paper the deception was a clever one.
human
O, my, the wretch!
gpt
The young runt, quoth McGregor in high dudgeon,