“Er—Grant ever pay any attention to an old soldier on the street?”
The senator glanced at Jethro, and a twinkle came into his eye.
“Sometimes he has been known to,” he answered.
“You—you ever pay any attention to an old soldier on the street?”
Then the senator's eyes began to snap.
“Sometimes I have been known to.”
“Er—suppose an old soldier was in front of the White House at eleven o'clock—an old soldier with a gal suppose?”
The senator saw the point, and took no pains to restrain his admiration.
“Jethro,” he said, slapping him on the shoulder, “I'm willing to bet a few thousand dollars you'll run your state for a while yet.”