"I can't afford to give garden-parties and buy lemonade," said Austen, and they both laughed. He did not think it worth while mentioning Mr. Braden.
"Sometimes I think you haven't a particle of ambition," she said. "I like men with ambition."
"I shall try to cultivate it," said Austen.
"You seem to be popular enough."
"Most worthless people are popular, because they don't tread on anybody's toes."
"Worthless people don't take up poor people's suits, and win them," she said. "I saw Zeb Meader the other day, and he said you could be President of the United States."
"Zeb meant that I was eligible—having been born in this country," said
Austen. "But where did you see him?"
"I—I went to see him."
"All the way to Mercer?"
"It isn't so far in an automobile," she replied, as though in excuse, and added, still more lamely, "Zeb and I became great friends, you know, in the hospital."