I trust you will use your influence to put an end to the Mormons." "As far as that goes," poppa returned with deprecation, "I believe my business does take me to the Capitol pretty regularly now.

But I'd be sorry to think any more of myself on that account.

Your nephew, Aunt Caroline, is just the same plain American he was before." "I hope you will vote to exterminate them," continued Mrs.Portheris with decision.

"Dear me! A Senator--I suppose you must have a great deal of influence in your own country! Ah, here are the truants! We might all go down in the lift together." The truants appeared looking conscious.

One of them, when he saw me, looked astonished as well, and I cannot say that I myself was perfectly unmoved when I realised that it was Mr.Mafferton! There was no reason why Mr.Mafferton should not have been at the top of the Eiffel Tower in the society of Mrs.Portheris, Mr.Dod, and another, that afternoon, but for the moment it seemed to me uniquely amazing.