“Thank you,” faltered Mrs. Gerhardt.
“I’ll not stay any longer now,” he added. “Don’t forget to have him come.”
“Oh, he’ll come,” she returned.
Adjusting a glove on one hand, he extended the other to Jennie.
“Here is your finest treasure, Mrs. Gerhardt,” he said. “I think I’ll take her.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said her mother, “whether I could spare her or not.”
“Well,” said the Senator, going toward the door, and giving Mrs. Gerhardt his hand, “good-morning.”
He nodded and walked out, while a half-dozen neighbors, who had observed his entrance, peeked from behind curtains and drawn blinds at the astonishing sight.
“Who can that be, anyhow?” was the general query.
“See what he gave me,” said the innocent mother to her daughter the moment he had closed the door.