"I think you could persuade the statue of Jupiter Ammon to climb
down from his pedestal and take you to Coney Island, if you
looked at him like that! But I also think that friend husband
will not consent to your electioneering for him. It isn't done,
my dear Eunice."

"As if I cared what is 'done' and what isn't, if I want to help
Sanford."

"Go ahead, then, fair lady; but remember that Sanford Embury
stands for the conservative element in our club, and anything you
might try to do by virtue of your blandishments or fascinations
would be frowned upon and would react against your cause instead
of for it. If I might suggest, my supporters, the younger set,
the--well--the gayer set, would more readily respond to such a
plan. Why don't you electioneer for me?"

Eunice disdained to reply, and Aunt Abby broke into the
discussion by exclaiming: "Oh, Alvord, here comes Mr. Mortimer,
and he has Mr. Hanlon with him!"

Sure enough the two heroes of the day were walking toward the
Hendricks car, which, still standing near the scene of Hanlon's
triumph, awaited a good chance for a getaway.

"I wonder if you ladies wouldn't like to meet this marvel," began
Mr. Mortimer, genially, and Aunt Abby's delight was convincing,
indeed.