Frank shook his head. “Tell me, Mr. Bones. Why have you selected Washington, of all places in the country, as the place to settle down?”
Kit grimaced at him. “Because,” she said earnestly, “you can have a farm right here....”
Frank threw one hand up in mock horror. “So you want to be a farmer!”
Kit pursed her lips. “What’s the matter with being a farmer? But that isn’t what I meant, and you know it. I mean, you can live in the country and be quiet and surrounded by the beauties of nature, and still you’re not an hour away from the heart of the nation. Imagine living right in the midst of the most exciting events in the world!”
Frank smiled wryly. “Now who’s being chauvinistic?” he asked.
“You’re being awful!” Kit cried. “I’ll bet you never even bother to go to a Senate hearing or the House ... or anything!”
Frank’s smile faded. “I’ll bet I wish I didn’t have to ... as much as I do. You seem to forget I have Senate committees to report to, to try to get money out of, to high pressure into taking some action so that we all don’t have insect plagues.”
Kit grinned and shook her head. “That was a dumb remark. I’m sorry. But anyhow I think it would be exciting.”
Frank glanced at her. She looked as young as a high school girl. “You’re so young and precious and wonderful, Kit,” he said tenderly, “I don’t know why you bother with an old fogey like me. I’ve almost forgotten how thrilled I was the first time I entered the Senate gallery.”
She laughed. “I guess you are an old fogey. But it’s too late to do anything about it now.”