Even in a house of odd characters, a fellow can have his say. The Idiot may say the wrong things at meals, but he's smart to live where he can speak his mind.
The Idiot, you see, lives in Mrs. Pedagog's boarding house. She wasn't always Mrs. Pedagog, but then she married Mr. Pedagog.
And if the Idiot were a flatterer he'd live in a flat, not a house full of opinions.
These lively opinions are hammered at the Idiot's fellow meal-mates, the School-Master, the Bibliomaniac, Mr. Whitechoker, Mr. Warren the Poet, the Lawyer, Mr. Brief, the Doctor and the others.
Where does the Idiot come up with his ideas he tends to share at breakfast? He eats Welsh rarebit, says John Kendrick Bangs, and dreams 'em!
You'll be dreaming up ideas too after reading this delightful compendium of conversations over the clatter of cutlery by a beloved American humorist.
