"That's the proper way to talk," replied Kate approvingly. "We climbed that bald mountain yesterday. Patty took some beautiful photographs."
"The tip of your nose is beginning to peel," said Warrington irrelevantly.
"It's horrid of you to mention it. I'm not used to the sun, but I love it. Patty is teaching me how to bait a hook."
"I'd like to see a photograph of that," Warrington cried. "Say, John, is there any way of getting to-night's newspapers up here?"
"Nothing till to-morrow morning. The boat leaves the mail at night. But what's this talk about politics?" John demanded.
Warrington looked at Patty and Kate in honest amazement.
"Do you two mean to tell me," he asked, "that you have really kept the news from John?"
"You told us not to tell," said Kate reproachfully.
"Well, I see that I shall never get any nearer the truth about women. I thought sure they'd tell you, Jack, that I'm going to run for mayor this fall."
"No!"