She said he had made a lovely speech, and she wished her father could have heard it.
A personal impression, during a time of political excitement, travels unexpectedly far.

A week later Mr Hesketh was concernedly accosted in Main Street by a boy on a bicycle.
"Say, mister, how's the dook ?" "What duke ?" asked Hesketh, puzzled.
"Oh, any dook," responded the boy, and bicycled cheerfully, away..