Keating drowned the oratory. “But that isn't all. That little girl wants him to go to Congress, and that settles it. He goes.”
That evening Minnie and her father were strolling up and down the front walk together, between the flowered borders.
“Do you give up?” asked the judge.
“Give up what? No!” returned his daughter.
“She hasn't told you?”
“Not yet; she and Mr. Fisbee left for the office right after those men went.”
“Haven't you discovered what the 'something about politics' she's doing for him is? Did you understand what she meant by 'Our Candidate'?”
“Not exactly.”
“Did you see her blush when she proposed that toast?”
“Yes. So would anybody—with all those men, and their eyes hanging out on their cheeks!”