“How does one know which one is?” asked Emily Louise, feeling that it would be disconcerting, considering public opinion, to find herself a Republican.
Hattie looked tried. “You’re what your father is, naturally. I should think you’d know that, Emily Louise.”
On the way from school William joined Emily Louise.
“What’s a Republican, William?” she asked.
His countenance changed. “It’s—well—it’s the sort you don’t want to have anything to do with,” said William, darkly.
Emily Louise, knowing how William regarded her conscientiousness, was uneasy because of a certain recollection. She must get to the bottom of this. She sought Aunt Louise privately. “Aren’t you a Democrat?” she inquired.
The indignant response of Aunt Louise was disconcerting. “What else could you dream I am?” she demanded with asperity.
“You said you didn’t approve of Democratic Institutions,” explained Emily Louise, recalling.
“I approve of nothing under Republican domination,” said Aunt Louise haughtily—which was muddling.