“I should say very probable, if ever he gets into power,” said young Henry. “He’ll have all his work cut out saving Socrates Tomas, he won’t have much time left for saving Mexico.”
“He’s a dangerous fellow, and will turn out a scoundrel,” said the Judge.
“Myself,” said Owen, “as far as I have followed him, I believe he is sincere, and I admire him.”
“I thought it was so nice,” said Kate, “that they received him in New York with loud music by the Street Sweepers’ Band. The Street Sweepers’ Band they sent to receive him from the ship!”
“You see,” said the Major, “no doubt the Labour people themselves wished to send that particular band.”
“But to be President Elect, and to be received by the Street Sweepers’ Band!” said Kate. “No, I can’t believe it!”
“Oh, it actually was so,” said the Major. “But that is Labour hailing Labour, surely.”
“The latest rumour,” said Henry, “is that the army will go over en bloc to General Angulo about the twenty-third, a week before the inauguration.”
“But how is it possible?” said Kate, “when Montes is so popular?”
“Montes popular!” they all cried at once. “Why!” snapped the Judge, “he’s the most unpopular man in Mexico.”