"They elect me the first of June. Of course I am supposed to know
nothing about it yet, and you must keep it as a great secret if you
please. I give up my business in April. The next month goes to my plans,
arranging and laying out a great advertising campaign for the September
opening. Early in June I shall sail for Europe, nominally for a little
rest, but really to study the school systems of the old world. The
middle of August will find me at my new desk, oh, so full of enthusiasms
and high hopes!"
"It's splendid.... Oh, how fine!" paeaned she.
Upon the damask wrapping of Sharlee's chair lay a great armful of red,
red roses, the gift of prodigal young Beverley Byrd, and far too large
to carry. She lifted them up; scented their fragrance; selected and
broke a perfect flower from its long stem; and held it out with a look.
"The Assistant Secretary of the State Department of Charities presents
her humble duty to President West."
"Ah! Then the president commands his minion to place it tenderly in his
buttonhole."
"Look at the sea of faces ... lorgnettes, too. The minion _dassen't_.
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