"Hurrah for you!" shouted Horace, swinging his hat; "hurrah for Miss Parlin Number Three!"
"Dear, dear! what have I said now? I don't want him to hurrah for me," thought Dotty.
Horace returned to his manners.
"She's such a firebrand that I like to make her eyes flash; but we must be polite to visitors; so here goes."
"Cousin Dotty," said he aloud, dropping his mocking tones, and speaking very respectfully, "if you are a true Republican, I honor you as such, and I'll never call you a Yankee again."
"Well, I am a 'Publican to the white bone!"
What Dotty meant by the "white bone" was rather uncertain, it being one of those little figures of speech which will not bear criticism.
"Then you believe in universal suffering?"
"O, yes," answered Dotty, quickly.
"And the black walnut bureau?"