“Wait, wait, you’re saying I don’t take blame when I should, that I’m ever pushing it off onto you?” “Wasn’t I that said it,” Dixon’s Eyebrows headed skyward, nostrils aflare with some last twinkling of Geniality. “I take the blame when it’s my fault,” cries Mason, “but it’s never my Fault,— and that’s not my Fault, either! Or to put it another way,— ” “Aye, tell the Pit-Pony too, why don’t tha?”
