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Damn sight of dignity labor has , lopin ' three laps ahead of the garnishee from one year 's end to the other . '' He laughed a good-natured , creaking laugh , and said as he waved his hand to part with Mr. Brotherton -- `` Well , annyhow , the good woman will thank you for the extra readin ' ; not that she has time to read it , God knows , but it gives the place a tone when Laura Nesbit drops in for a bit of a word of help about the makin ' of the little white things she 's doin ' for the Polish family on 'D ' Street these days . '' In another minute Brotherton heard the car moaning at the curve , and saw Hogan get in . It was nearly midnight when Hogan got to sleep ; for the papers that Brotherton sent brought back `` the grandeur that was Greece , '' and he had to hear how Mr. Van Dorn had made Mr. Brotherton mayor and how they had both made Dr. Nesbit Senator , and how ungrateful the Doctor was to turn against the hand that fed him , and many other incidents and tales that pointed to the renown of the unimpeachable Judge , who for seven years had reigned in the humble house of Hogan as a first-rate god . That night Hogan tossed as the fumes in his lungs burned the tissues and at five he got up , made the fire , helped to dress the oldest child while his wife prepared the breakfast . He missed the six-ten car , and being late at work stopped in to take a drink at the Hot Dog , near the dump on the company ground , thinking it would put some ginger into him for the day 's work . For two hours or so the whiskey livened him up , but as the forenoon grew old , he began to yawn and was tired .