deeming trait of the Good Egg. Nevertheless he faced the difficulty like a man, and howled with derisive laughter.
"Oh yeth," he jeered. "Two handths for the stilts, and carry my spear in my mouth, I thuppothe. . . . A spear as big as a beaver's wame—or is it a weaver's beam. . . ."
"I suppose I shall have to be Goliath then," growled the President, and added, after a moment's bitter reflection—"Don't see why I shouldn't have a sling too".
"Oh, you'll have a jolly great spear," comforted the Vice.
"Fat lot of good that'll be if I've got to be shot sittin'," was the reply, but even as she spoke, the fertile mind of the President conceived two bright ideas. The projectile should be of the most innocuous description, and she would duck unblushingly when it was projected.
"Come on," she said. "Dress up, and we'll rehearse."
Goliath appeared upon the scene garbed much as had been the Standard-Bearer of the Tenth Legion, save that by way of a spear great
