“Zonia may go with us?” he asked.
“Indeed she can! Everybody has tried his hand to draw out our young statesman and she succeeds. She’s my little mascot!”
Virginia pressed her arm around the girl and she blushed with pride.
“Come; it’s only a short walk to Stuyvesant Square—we spend most of our time now at our country place at Babylon, but we’re in for this week’s rallies.”
Vassar looked for Zonia and discovered her in deep converse with a smiling blond youth of fourteen, the sparkle of whose eyes made no secret of their interest.
“My infant brother Billy—“ Virginia explained.
“Indeed!”
“They’re old friends.”
“Evidently!” he laughed.
“Come,” Virginia said in quick business-like tones, “the kids will follow. I want you to meet my father and mother before they’re off to bed. In spite of modern progress they are the most pig-headed and persistent pair of fossils with whom I have to contend—”