"Now!"

"You beautiful idiot," and Hendricks devoured her with his eyes.
"All I can tell you about the Merediths is, that I don't know
anything about their stand on the election."

"What do you guess, assume, surmise, imagine or predict?" she
teased, still fascinating him with her magnetic charm.

"Well, I think this: they're a little too old-timey to take up
all my projects. But, on the other hand, they're far from
willing to subscribe to your husband's views. They do not
approve of the Sunday-school atmosphere he wants to bring about,
nor do they shut their eyes to the fact that the younger element
must be considered."

"Younger element! Do you call Sanford old?"

"No; he's only twenty-eight this minute. But there are a lot of
new members even younger than that strange as it may seem! These
boys want gayety--yea, even unto the scorned movies and the
hilarious prize-fights--and as they are scions of the wealthy and
aristocratic families of our little old town, I think we should
consider them. And, since you insist on knowing, it is my firm
belief, conviction and--I'm willing to add--my hope that the
great and influential Meredith brothers agree with me! So there
now, Madam Sanford Embury!"

"Thank you, Alvord; you're clear, at least. Do you think I could
persuade them to come over to Sanford's side?"