"You can support us?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll leave it to you. Only beware of making too many statements.
You'll get dates and places from the committee as soon as they are
settled. We pay twenty-five dollars a night. If you hit the right key,
we may want you in some of the other wards, too."

"I shall be glad to talk. It's what I've been doing to small crowds in
the saloons."

"So I'm told. You'll never get a better place. Men listen there, as they
never will at a mass-meeting." Costell rose. "If you are free next
Sunday, come up into Westchester and take a two o'clock dinner with me.
We won't talk politics, but you shall see a nice little woman, who's
good enough to make my life happier, and after we've looked over my
stables, I'll bring you back to the city behind a gray mare that will
pass about anything there is on the road."

So Peter had a half day in the country and enjoyed it very much. He
looked over Mrs. Costell's flower-garden, in which she spent almost her
whole time, and chatted with her about it. He saw the beautiful stables,
and their still more beautiful occupants. He liked the couple very much.
Both were simple and silent people, of little culture, but it seemed to
Peter that the atmosphere had a gentle, homely tone that was very
pleasing. As he got into the light buggy, he said to Mrs. Costell:

"I'll get the seed of that mottled gillyflower from my mother as soon as