the other in a most determined, and defiant manner.

"Strange," said Major Dale, "but the children have settled this for us.
My little girl Dorothy had the whole thing planned out, and talked me
over to her way. She is very fond of the Travers girl, you know."

The office door opened and Mr. MacAllister entered.

"Hullo!" he said cheerily. "Been lobbying, Major?"

"Seems so."

"Well, Travers has my vote," Mr. Ford hurried to say.

"What, going back on your party?" said Mr. MacAllister, laughing.

"Either that or go back on my own daughter," commented Mr. Ford. "It
seems this is the girls' election."

The major could hardly disguise his pride--Dorothy had certainly "been
busy" lately, and every undertaking of hers had met with success. A
girl, after all, may be something more than a pretty doll, he thought.
But the whole thing is to get them to exert their influence in the right
direction. See how Dorothy had helped in the liquor crusade. And without
"soiling her finger tips," thought the major, proudly.

And while this caucus was being held in the major's office, Dorothy was
conducting another sort of meeting at the Ford home.

Tavia and Sarah had "made up" most affectionately. Sickness, sometimes