Unable to sift out the truth, the ladies again appealed to the voters of the family.
“Oh,” said one, “Stirling did something tricky and was caught in it.”
“I don’t believe that,” said Miss De Voe.
“Nor I,” said Dorothy.
“Well, if you want to make your political heeler an angel, I have no objection,” laughed the enfranchised being.
“I don’t think a man who made that speech about the children can be a scoundrel,” said Dorothy.
“I don’t either,” said Minna.
“That’s the way you women reason,” responded he of the masculine intellect. “Because a man looks out for some sick kittens, ergo, he is a political saint. If you must take up with politicians, do take Republicans, for then, at least, you have a small percentage of chance in your favor that they are gentlemen.”
“Don’t be a Pharisee, Lispenard,” said Miss De Voe, utilizing Peter’s rebuke.
“Then don’t trouble me with political questions. Politics are so vulgar in this country that no gentleman keeps up with them.”