"That wretched house at home----" I began.
But he was quite cheerful.
"We'll sell it," he said, "and you shall spend the money for pretties to
wear, that don't pay a tax."
It was compromise again. I knew it, but I yielded. After a time I said:
"Basil, what was the retort you gave Poppy about the T. C.?"
"Nothing much," he replied complacently, "I told her, if any one sprung
it at her again, to say that if men had made the Ten Commandments,
they'd have added an eleventh amendment long ago, or else have annulled
them."