While those around the President listened with much merriment to him, as he related the little incident with the child, Marriet Motuble turned her attention to the beautiful, retiring Mrs. Grange, who, so far as the President was concerned, had ceased to exist.
“This,” she exclaimed, as she held up Mrs. Grange’s lifeless head, “is an example of coming memory.”
The President looked at her for a moment in mute astonishment.
“Oh, your Honor, it is true.”
“But the fluid, Miss Motuble. Who gave her ‘Memory Fluid’?” asked the Spanish Consul, who had been an eager listener only for the present time.
“I, your most humble servant. I did.”
“But when and how?” asked the President’s daughter, who just came up.
“Possibly I would better not say,” Miss Motuble answered.
“Oh, do; oh, do!” came from all sides.
“Yes, let us hear, Miss Motuble, how you came to be such an expert in handling our fluid,” quietly asked the Governor, who came up leading Catalina Martinet.