The other exploded at this. "She does! Mother's the best little stump speaker in the county! And Polly's been to two conventions already."
Pelham lighted a handy cigarette. "I always said that Texans were batty."
"What did you do to your suffragist, anyhow?"
"Oh, she had too much coin for my simple taste. If father learned about her, he couldn't talk anything else.... Not for mine!"
A rattle of knocks on the door broke off the discussion. Several graduate students pushed into the room. "Hello, Judson. Going out for supper, Neil?"
He stretched himself up, and reached for a cap. "Pell and I were just about to prowl down to Heublein's."
"Come on, then."
As they crossed Chapel Street, the rubber-lunged news-boys were shouting, "All about the big strike! Street car men to quit to-morrow!"
Pelham purchased a smudgy sheet. While the waiter was double-quicking their orders, all eyes were directed at the leading story.
"Look at this," Ralph Jervis, one of the classmates, pointed insistently, "the president of the road says he'll break the strike with college men. Let's take a week off, and be blooming motormen!"