The pigs had been
transferred to a larger box--a dry goods box.
"Wan, -- two, -- t'ree, -- four, -- five, -- six, -- sivin, -- eight!" he
counted. "Sivin spotted an' wan all black. All well an' hearty an' all
eatin' loike ragin' hippypottymusses. He went back to his desk and wrote.
"Mr. Morgan, Head of Tariff Department," he wrote. "Why do I say dago pigs
is pigs because they is pigs and will be til you say they ain't which is
what the rule book says stop your jollying me you know it as well as I do.
As to health they are all well and hoping you are the same. P. S. There
are eight now the family increased all good eaters. P. S. I paid out so
far two dollars for cabbage which they like shall I put in bill for same
what?"
Morgan, head of the Tariff Department, when he received this letter,
laughed. He read it again and became serious.
"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.
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