“‘Dear papa, you know he is; may I go for the philopena now?’
“‘No, child,’ I replied, ‘not now; but if our President comes and wishes to see the philopena, you may go for it.’”
“Oh, thank you; thank you. Do let the sweet child go at once,” said the President.
“Do you want me?” cried Catalina, starting from her seat toward them, as they turned around to call her.
“We certainly do,” replied the Governor, as he caught the happy child in his arms. “We certainly do, do we not, President?”
The President looked at the two for a moment in mute astonishment, then replied: “We do want you, dear, but how strange!”
“I wear the philopena, President; you remember it, don’t you?”
The Governor looked at her questioningly, to which she replied:
“I slipped away, papa, just for a moment, to get it. I knew the President would want to see it;” with that she handed him a curious coin suspended from a small silver chain.
“What is it?” asked both men, as they examined it curiously.