Would she be pleased to see him mayor of Herculaneum?
Bah! He couldn't sleep.

He got out of bed, found a pipe and lighted it, and sat in the rocker by the window.

Jove, hearing him moving about the room, woke up and came trotting in to inquire.
"Ha, old boy, what do you think ?" Jove laid his head on his master's knees.
"They want to make a mayor out of me." Jove signified his approval.
"They have forgiven us our daily vegetables.

But shall I?
Will it be worth while?
Well, we'll take a ride into the hills in the morning, and we'll think it all out.

Mayor of Herculaneum; sounds good, doesn't it?
Nothing like success, Jove." Warrington smoked till the fire in his pipe died.