The Sturdy Oak - A composite Novel of American Politics by fourteen American authors by Unknown
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"Anybody here, Betty?" A slight movement of her prettily poised head indicated the door marked "Mr. Evans." And she said, "Penny's there." "Is he shut up, too? His partner is too important to be seen today." "Oh no," Betty replied, inscrutably sober, "he's not important." Mr. Jaffry wrinkled up his eyes, chuckled softly, then stepped to the door of the unimportant one. Before opening it, he turned. "Mrs. Harvey Herrington been in?" "Twice with a committee." "Any idea what she wanted?" Betty was aware that the whimsical and roundabout Mr. Jaffry knew everything about everybody in Whitewater. She was further aware that he had, undoubtedly, reasons of his own for questioning her. He was always asking questions, anyway. Worse than a Chinaman. And for some reason--perhaps because he was Martin Jaffry--you always answered his questions. "Yes," said Betty. "She wants to pledge him to suffrage." "Umm! Yes, I see! You wouldn't be against that yourself, would you?" "Naturally not. I'm secretary of the Second Ward Suffrage Club." |
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