"You don't care what happens in the Senate Chamber to-day—"
"No—I don't."
The boy's lazy figure slowly rose, mounted the steps, paused and looked down into the tense eager young face.
"You really want to know," he began slowly, "why speaking tires me now?"
"Yes—why?"
"Because it's a waste of breath—we're going to fight!"
The girl flushed with excitement.
"Who told you? What have you heard? Who said so?"
A dreamy look in the boy's eyes deepened.