"Put mamma on their trail; have 'em up, and make 'em swallow or prove them."
"All right, my ten-year-old; mother will be your right hand man," she said, endearingly.
"I expect the lies men have to face in the arena of public life are their worst foes," said Mrs. Gower. "Beecher said, 'If the lies told about public men could be materialized, they would roof in and cover over the whole earth.'"
"He spoke feelingly," said Mr. Dale; "Dames Rumor and Grundy, with the newspapers, had him in a tight place."
"Shall we go on further, Henry, and purchase the mattress, etc., for Garfield?"
"No, I think not, Ella; I have to meet Dickson, from New York, at the Walker House, at six; can't you come in the morning, dear?"
"Oh, yes."
"Do you dine with your friend, Mr. Dale?"
"Yes; so we arranged."
"Then you come back with me, Ella, and this wee man, of course?"