“Fletcher interested in politics! How strange!”
“His interest is purely personal. We were together in South America, you know.”
“I am glad that you have a friend in him,” said Mrs. Winthrop affably. “The parade will pass here, and Fletcher is coming up, of course. Why not come up, too, if you can spare the time?”
“This is not my night,” laughed David. “It’s purely and simply a Democratic night. I shall be pleased to come.”
“Bring Joe, too,” reminded Carey.
When Mr. Winthrop came in David had no doubt as to the welcome he received from the head of the family.
“A man’s measure of a man,” thought David, 215 “is easily taken, and by natural laws, but oh, for an understanding of the scales by which women weigh! And yet it is they who hold the balance.”
“Fletcher and David and Joe are coming to-night to watch the parade from here,” said Carey.
“You shall all dine with us,” said Mr. Winthrop.
“Thank you,” replied David, “but––”