"I've seen her about, but I've never talked to her. What sort of woman is she?"
"Quiet, sensible kind. Ye keep thinking, 'How reasonable that woman is,' till ye wake up and find she's got ye hooked on one of the horns of yer own damfoolishness! Slick as they make 'em and straight as a string—that's E. Eliot."
"What do you want me to do about it?"—impatiently.
"Are ye aimin' to answer them voiceless questions?" Pat inquired.
Silence.
"Plannin' to tear down Kentwood and enforce them factory laws?" demanded Wes' Norton.
Still no answer.
"I'm jest callin' yer attention to the fact that this election is gittin' nearer every day." "What am I to do with her? I can't afford to show we're afraid of her."
"Huh."
"I can't bribe her to stop."