"Yes; but you differed with her, George!"

"Well, but that's different, Jen. She knew what she was talking
about."

"I suppose she has friends in Washington who keep her informed,"
said Mrs. Carew, a little discontentedly, after a silence. And there
was another pause before she said, "Where do men get their
information, George?"

"Papers, dear. And talking, I suppose. They're interested, you
know."

"Yes, but--" little Mrs. Carew burst out resentfully, "I never can
make head or tail of the papers! They say 'Aldrich Resigns,' or
'Heavy Blow to Interests,' or 'Tammany Scores Triumph,' and _I_
don't know what it's about!"

George Carew's big laugh rang out in the night, and he put his arm
about her, and said, "You're great, Jen!"

Shortly after Mrs. White's dinner a certain distinguished old artist
from New York, and his son, came to stay a night or two at Holly
Hall, on their way home from the Orient, and Mrs. Burgoyne took this
occasion to invite a score of her new friends to two small dinners,
planned for the two nights of the great Karl von Praag's stay in
Santa Paloma.

"I don't see how she's going to handle two dinners for ten people
each, with just that colored cook of hers and one waitress," said