“If we are successful,” she went on, “the advocates of equal suffrage all over the United States will be greatly encouraged; the reform movement everywhere will receive a genuine impetus.”
“You will be down next Wednesday when the resolution comes up again, won’t you?” asked Vernon.
“Indeed, I shall,” she said. “Do you have any hopes now?”
“Hopes?” laughed Vernon. “Why certainly; we’ll adopt it. I’ll give my whole time to it between now and then. If they don’t adopt that resolution I’ll block every other piece of legislation this session, appropriations and all. I guess that will bring them to time!”
“You’re very good,” she said. “But I fear Mr. Porter’s influence.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of him. You trust it to me. The women will be voting in this state next year.”
“And you shall be their candidate for governor!” she cried, clasping her hands.
Vernon colored; he felt a warm thrill course through him, but he waved the nomination aside with his hand. He was about to say something more, but he could not think of anything quickly enough. While he hesitated, Miss Greene looked at her watch.
“I’ve missed my train,” she said, quietly.
Vernon grew red with confusion.