They have always been Whigs or Republicans."
"Did you ever meet a woman, Dick, who was a Democrat?" laughed John.
"Perhaps," was the reply, "but it has escaped my recollection."
But he was thinking: after all, he had a right to win Patty if he
could. It was not what he had done in the past, it was what he was
capable of doing from now on that counted.
"You're going to have a stiff fight at the convention," said John.
"I know it. But a fight of any kind will keep my mind occupied. The
senator has assured me that I shall get the nomination."
On the way home Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene saw the flutter of a white dress
on the Wilmington-Fairchilds' veranda. She couldn't resist, so she
crossed the lawn and mounted the veranda steps. She did not observe
her husband in the corner, smoking with the master of the house.
"I've been over to the Benningtons'," she began, rather breathless.
"What's the news?"
"There is no truth in the report of Patty's engagement to young
Whiteland."
"There isn't? Well, there ought to be, after the way they went around
together last winter."
"She told me so herself," Mrs.
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