The family came up to the billiard-room.
Warrington looked at Patty, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes flashed.
"Why, what's the matter, Pat ?" John asked.
"Nothing." "Mrs.Haldene has been making herself useful as usual," said Mrs.
Jack, slipping her arm around Patty's waist.
Patty was in a rage about something; nobody seemed to know what it was.
"You are not going to join the Auxiliary, are you, mother ?" John inquired, putting the cues in the rack.
"Indeed I am not.

The men in my family always used their own judgment in politics.

They have always been Whigs or Republicans." "Did you ever meet a woman, Dick, who was a Democrat ?" laughed John.
"Perhaps," was the reply, "but it has escaped my recollection." But he was thinking: after all, he had a right to win Patty if he could.

It was not what he had done in the past, it was what he was capable of doing from now on that counted.
"You're going to have a stiff fight at the convention," said John.
"I know it.

But a fight of any kind will keep my mind occupied.