“Their snores sound very peaceful and regular just now,” remarked Anice, with a flippancy whereof she had the grace to be ashamed.
“Perhaps,” he smiled, “the sounds you and Conover mistake for snores may possibly be groans.”
“How delightfully dramatic! That would sound splendidly on the stump.”
“It may have a chance to.”
“What do you mean? Are you going to——”
“No. I am going to run for governor this fall.”
“WHAT?”
“Do you know,” observed Standish, “when you open your eyes that way you really look——”
“Never mind how I look! Tell me about——”
“My campaign? It is nothing yet. But the Civic League is planning one more effort to shake off Conover’s grip on the throat of the Mountain State—another good ‘stump’ line, by the way. And I have been asked to run for governor.”