“To see life!” Fanny repeated, scornfully.
“‘And you’ve been sending me all those flowers on that?’”
“M’m—h’m! And to get into politics, perhaps.”
Fanny burst out laughing. “You! You get into politics?”
Guy looked injured. “I don’t see anything funny about that.”
“And do the things that Uncle Doug does?” Fanny cried.
“Yes,” said Guy, in a loud voice.
Fanny seized him by both arms. “Now, look here. You’re no more fit for politics than—well, than dad is, and the mere sight of a politician makes dad froth at the mouth. Oh, he says awful things about ’em!”
“Then he hates your uncle, does he?”