Jethro sat silent so long that the senator began to think he wasn't going to answer him at all. In his opinion, he had told Jethro some very grave facts.
"W-when are you going to see the President again?" said Jethro, at last.
"To-morrow morning," answered the senator; "he wants me to walk over with him to see the postmaster-general, who is sick in bed."
"What time do you leave the White House?—"
"At eleven," said the senator, very much puzzled.
"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.