The senator has assured me that I shall get the nomination." On the way home Mrs.Franklyn-Haldene saw the flutter of a white dress on the Wilmington-Fairchilds' veranda.

She couldn't resist, so she crossed the lawn and mounted the veranda steps.

She did not observe her husband in the corner, smoking with the master of the house.
"I've been over to the Benningtons'," she began, rather breathless.
"What's the news ?" "There is no truth in the report of Patty's engagement to young Whiteland." "There isn't?
Well, there ought to be, after the way they went around together last winter." "She told me so herself," Mrs.Franklyn-Haldene declared emphatically.
"Do you know what I believe ?" "No," truthfully.
"I've an idea that Patty is inclined toward that fellow Warrington." "You don't mean it!" "He's always around there.

He must have thought a great deal of his aunt.

She was buried to-day, and there he is, playing billiards with John Bennington.