"
"Of course he could vote for Mr. Harrington in spite of that," said Joe,
confidently. "Anybody would, who knows him, I am sure. But when is the
election to come off?"
"They say it is to begin to-day," said Sybil.
"We shall never hear anything unless we go to Mrs. Wyndham's," said Joe.
"Aunt Zoe is awfully clever, and that, but she never knows in the least
what is going on. She says she does not understand politics."
"If you were a Bostonian, Mr. Surbiton," said Sybil, "you would get into
the State House and hear the earliest news."
"I will do anything in the world to oblige you," said Ronald gravely, "if
you will only explain a little"--
"Oh no! It is quite impossible. Come with me, both of you, and we will get
some lunch at the Wyndhams' and hear all about it by telephone."
"Very well," said Joe. "One moment, while I get my things." She left the
room. Ronald and Sybil were again alone together.
"You were saying when my cousin came in, that love was a very uncertain
thing," suggested Ronald, rather timidly.
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