"I'm not," Mr. Dooley replied. "I'm a Jimmycrat out an' out, if ye refer to me politics; but if your remark is a reflection on me religion, let me tell ye, ma'am, that, like all me countrymen in this beautiful land, I'm a Uni-tarrian, an' prood iv it." I ventured to interpose at this point. "Dooley," said I, "your cousin Roop, as you call him, is very glad to meet you, whatever your politics or your religion." "Mosht people are," said he, dryly. "That shows good taste," said I. "But how about your book? It has been accepted on the strength of its illustrations, you say. How about them? Can we see them anywhere? Are they on exhibition?" "You can not only see thim, but you can drink 'em free anny time you come out to Archie Road," Dooley replied, cordially. "Drink--a picture?" I asked. [Illustration: "'KAPE YOUR HOOSBAND HOME'"] "Yis," said Dooley. "Didn't ye iver hear iv dhrinkin' in a picture, Cousin Roopert? Didn't ye hear th' tark about th' 'Angelus' whin 'twas here? Ye cud hear th' bells ringin' troo th' paint iv it. Ye cud almost hear th' couple in front just back iv th' varnish quar'lin as t'whether 'twas th' Angelus er the facthery bell that was goin' off. 'Twas big an' little felt th' inflooance iv Misther Miller's jaynius, just be lukin' at ut--though as fer me, th' fir-rst time I see the t'ing I says, says I, 'Is ut lukin' for bait to go fishin' with they are?' I says. 'Can't ye hear the pealin' iv the bells?' says Hennessey, who was with me. 'That an' more,' I says. 'I can hear the pealin' o' th' petayties,' I says. 'Do ye dhrink in th' feelin' iv it?' says Hennessey. 'Naw, t'ank ye,' I says. 'I'm not thirsty,' I says. 'Besides, I've swore off dhrinkin' ile-paintin's,' I says. 'Wathercoolers is gud enough fer me,' I says. An' wid that we wint back to the Road. But that was th' fir-rst time I iver heard iv dhrinkin' a work iv ar-rt." "But some of the things you--ah--you Americans drink," put in Dolly, "are works of art, my dear Mr. Dooley. Your cousin Rupert gave me a cocktail at dinner last night--"