His friends had planned a demonstration for his entrance, and in calling it an ovation the newspapers hardly magnified its apparent spontaneity and volume.

The man who had undertaken the herculean task of driving Morton Bassett out of politics was entitled to consideration, and his appearance undoubtedly interrupted the business of the convention for fully five minutes.
Thatcher bowed and waved his hand as he sat down.

The cordiality of his reception both pleased and embarrassed him.

He fanned himself with his hat and feigned indifference to the admiration of his countrymen.
"Papa always gets more applause than that," Marian remarked to Sylvia.
"I was at the state convention two years ago and father came in late, just as Mr.Thatcher did.

They always come in late after all the stupid speeches have been made; they're surer to stir up a big rumpus that way." Sylvia gave serious heed to these transactions of history.