"David," he said, "girls are confections to which it is good for a man to
forsake all others and cling--but not to gobble. Matilda, recount to
David Kildare your plans for the night of the election. I wish to witness
his joy."

"Oh, yes, I've been wanting to tell you about it for two days, David,
dear," answered Mrs. Buchanan from her chair over by the window where she
was busily engaged in checking names off a long list with a pencil. "We
are going to have a reception at the University Club so everybody can
come and congratulate you the night of the election. Mrs. Shelby and I
thought it up and of course we had to speak to one of the house committee
about the arrangements, and who do you think the member was--Billy Bob! I
just talked on and didn't notice Mrs. Shelby and finally he was so nice
and deferential to her that she talked some, too. She almost started to
shake hands with him when we left. I was so glad. I feel that it is
going to be a delightful success in every way. Please be thinking up a
nice speech to make."

"Oh, wait," groaned David Kildare, "if I begin now I will have to think
double, one for election and one for defeat. Last night I dreamed about a
black cat that was minus a left eye and limped in the right hind leg.
Jeff almost cried when I told him about it. He hasn't smiled since."

"I told Tempie to put less pepper in those chicken croquettes last
night--I saw Phoebe's light burning until two o'clock and heard her and
Caroline laughing and talking even after that. The major was so nervous
that he was up and dressed at six o'clock. I must see that all of you get
simpler food--your nerves will suffer. Major, suppose you don't eat
much dinner--just have a little milk toast. I'll see Tempie about it