"John, didn't that bass weigh three pounds?" Patty appealed.
"It weighed three and a half."
"I apologize," said Warrington humbly.
"How's the politician?" whispered Kate, eagerly.
"About to find himself in the heart of a great scandal. The enemy has
located us, and this afternoon the Times is to come out with a
broadside. I haven't the least idea what it will say, nor care."
"That's the proper way to talk," replied Kate approvingly. "We climbed
that bald mountain yesterday. Patty took some beautiful photographs."
"The tip of your nose is beginning to peel," said Warrington
irrelevantly.
"It's horrid of you to mention it. I'm not used to the sun, but I love
it. Patty is teaching me how to bait a hook."
"I'd like to see a photograph of that," Warrington cried. "Say, John,
is there any way of getting to-night's newspapers up here?"
"Nothing till to-morrow morning. The boat leaves the mail at night.
But what's this talk about politics?" John demanded.
Warrington looked at Patty and Kate in honest amazement.
"Do you two mean to tell me," he asked, "that you have really kept the
news from John?"
"You told us not to tell," said Kate reproachfully.
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