"Yes, I do," said the young woman, promptly; "they are Liberals and Conservatives."
"That is right; and just now the Premier of the Dominion is a Frenchman, my aunt,—I don't believe you knew that,—and we are proud of him."
"An' what's the Premier?"
"He is the chief one,—the one who stands over the others, when they make the laws."
"Oh, the boss!—you will tell him about this bad man."
"No, it would grieve him too much, for the Premier is always a good man, who never does anything wrong. This bad man will impose on him, and try to get him to promise to let him go to Ottawa—oh, by the way, Claudine, we must explain about that. My aunt, you know that there are two cities to which politicians go to make the laws. One is the capital."
"Yes, I know,—in Boston city."
"Nonsense,—Boston is in the United States. We are in Canada. Halifax is the capital of Nova Scotia."
"But all our folks go to Boston when they travels," said Mirabelle Marie, in a slightly injured tone.