SOMEWHAT CYCLONIC Margaret, on the way home afoot from the White House, where she had been lunching with the President's niece, happened upon Craig standing with his hands behind his back before the statue of Jackson.

He was gazing up at the fierce old face with an expression so animated that passers-by were smiling broadly.

She thought he was wholly absorbed; but when she was about half-way across his range of vision he hailed her.

"I say, Miss Severence!" he cried loudly.
She flushed with annoyance.

But she halted, for she knew that if she did not he would only shout at her and make a scene.
"I'll walk with you," said he, joining her when he saw she had no intention of moving toward him.
"Don't let me draw you from your devotions," protested she.