Jean sat rocking slowly, with her hands clasped behind her head. As her father read her forehead wrinkled. After he had finished, she waited as if expecting something more, then said:
"Is that all?"
"That is all."
"Then it occurs to me, if I can understand plain English, that this party proposes to do nothing to stop the terrible drink curse. Bring on another. That is not my party."
Judge Thorn read again, and this time with an air of profound satisfaction:
"The first concern of all good government is the virtue and sobriety of the people and the purity of the home."
Jean's face lit up, and she looked eagerly toward her father.
"We cordially sympathize," read on the judge, "with all wise and well-directed efforts for the promotion of temperance and morality."
Jean sat looking into the fire. Her father waited a few seconds, then she turned her face to him.
"And what do they propose to do?"