“An’ that,” said Owen, “is as good as a hundred till do their darty wurk.”
“Is it that close?” asked Larry. “Gee! we’ll have to hustle.”
“They will seat these men, Daily and Levitsky, in the convention, by hook or by crook,” remarked Kerrigan. “And in that case they will have a majority of two.”
“But the two-thirds rule,” Mason interrupted. “They must have two-thirds of the delegates to nominate.”
“The bunch with the most tallies always wins out,” said Larry. “If they show a lead in the runnin’, enough’ll flop over to make good for them.”
After a time Larry and Kerrigan arose to go, while Mason remained to talk with Owen.
“Don’t forget, Mason,” said Kerrigan, “that I’ll want to see you to-morrow about old Miss Cassidy’s will.”
“God help uz all”; said Owen. “All av the owld neighbours is dyin’ off. She wur a kind body, too, wur Miss Cassidy, for all she wur an owld maid.”
Maggie opened the door for the two young men as they departed. She smiled as she said:
“You must come again, Larry,” and then as an after-thought, “And you too, Mr. Kerrigan.”