I like him very much." "Pshaw!" said the Major irritably.

"Don't look at that rose any longer! It's cankered! And it's time that Dick and I were off.

We vote--" he put his shapely, nervous hand upon his niece's shoulder--"we vote, Jacqueline, for Ludwell Cary." "Yes, uncle," said Jacqueline.

"I know--I know." Colonel Dick Churchill, large and beaming, and Major Edward Churchill, thin and saturnine, rode away, and from between the white pillars Deb and Jacqueline watched them go.

Colonel Dick's wife was an invalid, and lay always in the cool and spacious "chamber," between dimity bed curtains, with her key basket on the counterpane.
"Jacqueline," said Deb, "whom do you vote for ?" "Women do not vote, honey." "But if you _did_ vote, Jacqueline ?" "Do you remember," asked Jacqueline, "how Lady Mary Wortley Montagu offended Mr.Alexander Pope ?" "Ah," said Deb.