"You are making fun of us. I knew you were not for us," she said.

"But I'm for you, heart and soul. When are we to be married? You promised to name the day."

"It will not be this year, if ever," she answered coolly.

"Not this year? It must be this year! I'm going to be representative from this county, and I want to take my bride to the Capitol with me."

"You don't know whether you will be elected or not, yet, Mr. Sasnett. It depends upon conditions of which you do not now dream. When is the election?"

"In November," he answered.

"Before that time there will be five thousand more voters in this county than there are now!"

"Where'll they come from?"

"They are here now."

"In your pocket, is that what you mean?"