"Two years. Don't kid yourself, pa. Your foot slipped when the
trolley line went through."

"What do you know about the trolley line?" angrily demanded Mr.
Knight.

"Well, I know as much as the county knows. And I know something
about the big dam, too. You got into the mud, pa, but you didn't
go deep enough to find the frogs. Fogarty got his, didn't he?"

Mr. Knight breathed deep with indignation.

"Senator Fogarty is my good friend. I won't let you question his
honor, although you do presume to question mine."

"Of course he's your friend; that's why he's fixed you for this
New York job. He's not like these Reubs; he remembers a good turn
and blows back with another. He's a real politician."

"'Department of Water Supply, Gas, and Electricity,'" sneered
Peter. "It sounds good, but the salary is fifteen hundred a year.
A clerk--at my age!"

"Say, d'you suppose Tammany men live on their salaries?" Jimmy
inquired. "Wake up! This is your chance to horn into the real
herd. In New York politics is a vocation; up here it's a vacation-
-everybody tries it once, like music lessons. If you'd been hooked
up with Tammany instead of the state machine you'd have been taken
care of."