"She was converted all the time; I told you she would be," I remarked on the doorstep.
"Now for the immortal grudge!" sighed Penelope.
[VI]
At a Street Corner
"People of London!" faltered the lady who had just stepped upon the sugar-box at the edge of the pavement.
The people of London, who happened just then to be a very little girl carrying a very large baby, stared in some astonishment. Another lady, who had been distributing handbills farther along the street, came back and prompted the speaker encouragingly.
"Go on; that's splendid!" she said with friendly warmth.
The woman on the sugar-box, who had never stood on a sugar-box before, smiled wanly. "Why do they never have earthquakes except in countries where people don't want them?" she sighed. Her friend being engaged at the moment in pressing a handbill upon the little girl, who obligingly gripped the baby with one hand and her chin in order to take it, there came no response to the appeal of the orator in the gutter; and she pulled herself together and made a fresh start.
"People of London!" she repeated amiably. "We have come here to tell you about 'Votes for——'"