“I’m running for Congress, if that’s what you mean,” replied Garwood with an uncontrollable bluntness that he regretted.
“Oh, yes; that is what you call it, isn’t it? How int’resting you must find it!”
Garwood laughed in an effort to find ease.
“I find it pretty hard work,” he sighed. Emily noted the sigh, and pressed the hand she somehow found between them.
“He’s all worn out, Dade,” she explained, and the sense of possession her tone implied put all three on an easier footing. “You don’t know how hard our political leaders have to work.”
“To be elected?” asked Dade.
“Yes, to be elected,” said Garwood, yielding himself to the pillows that were piled near him. “And no sooner are we elected once than we have to begin fixing up our fences for a second term.”
“Fixing up yoah fences?” said Dade, wonderingly.
“It’s a political phrase,” explained Emily.
“You have so many of them,” said Dade, “and they ah all so unintelligible.”