"Gee, what a brain!" cried Sunny derisively. "Say, we ain't runnin' a mornin' noos sheet. This is a trust. Sandy, my boy, you need educatin'. A trust's a corporation of folks wot is so crooked, they got to git together, an' pool their cash, so's to git enough dollars to kep 'em out o' penitentiary. That's how they start. Later on, if they kep clear o' the penitentiary, they start in to fake the market till the Gover'ment butts in. Then they git gay, buy up a vote in Congress, an' fake the laws so they're fixed right fer themselves. After that some of them git religion, some of 'em give trick feeds to their friends, some of 'em start in to hang jewels on stage females. Some of 'em have been known to shoot theirselves or git divorced. It ain't no sort o' matter wot they do, pervided they're civil to the noospaper folk. That's a trust, Sandy, an' I don't say but what the feller as tho't o' that name must o' bin a tarnation amusin' feller." "Say, you orter bin in a cirkis," sneered Sandy, as the loafer finished his disquisition. "Wal, I'd say that's better'n a museum," retorted Sunny. But Toby was impatient to hear how Sunny intended to dispose of him. "Wher' do I figger in this lay-out?" he demanded. "You?" Sunny's eyes twinkled. "Don't guess we'll need to give you hard work. You best be boss o' the workin' staff." "But ther' ain't no workin' staff," protested Toby. "Jest so. That's why you'll be boss of it." Then Sunny turned to Sandy. "We'll need your experience as a married man, tho'," he said slyly. "So you best be head o' the advisory board. You'll need to kep us wise to the general principles of vittlin' a family of three, when the woman's missin'. Then we'll need a treasurer." Sunny turned to Minky, and his twinkling eyes asked the question. "Sure," said Minky promptly, "I'll be treasurer. Seems to me I'll be safer that ways." "Good," cried Sunny, "that's all fixed." He turned to Bill. "Say, pres," he went on, "I'd like to pass a vote o' thanks fer the way you conducted this yer meetin', an' put it to the vote, that we accept the treasurer's invitation to take wine. All in favor will--" "Mine's rye," cried Sandy promptly. "An' mine," added Toby. "Rye for me," nodded Sunny at Minky's grinning face. "Bill--?" But Bill shook his head.