u to call on me?"

"I did not want to call on you without being sure that you really wished
to have me."

"Then why wouldn't you stay and dine at Saratoga?"

"Because my ticket wouldn't have been good."

"But a new ticket would only cost seven dollars."

"In my neighborhood, we don't say 'only seven dollars.'"

"But you don't need to think of seven dollars."

"I do. I never have spent seven dollars on a dinner in my life."

"But you should have, this time, after making seven hundred and fifty
dollars in one month. I know men who would give that amount to dine with
me." It was a foolish brag, but Miss De Voe felt that her usual means of
inspiring respect were not working,--not even realized.

"Very likely. But I can't afford such luxuries. I had spent more than
usual and had to be careful."

"Then it was economy?"

"Yes."

"I had no idea my dinner invitations would ever be held in so little
respect that a man would decline one to save seven dollars." Miss De Voe
was hurt. "I had given him five hundred dollars," she told herself, "and
he ought to have been willing to spend such a small amount of it to
please me." Then she said; "A great many people economize in foolish
ways."

"I suppose so," said Peter. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you. I really
didn't think I ought to spend the money."

"Never mind," said Miss De Voe. "Were you pleased with the nomination
and election of Catlin?"

"I was pleased at the election, but I should have preferred Porter."

"I thought you tried to prevent Porter's nomination?"

"That's what the papers said, but they didn't understand."

"I wasn't thinking of the papers. You know I heard your speech in the
convention."

"A great many people seem to have misunderstood me. I tried to make it
clear."

"Did you intend that the convention should laugh?"

"No. That surprised and grieved me very much!"

Miss De Voe gathered from this and from what the papers had said that it
must be a mortifying subject to Peter, and knew that she ought to
discontinue it. But she could not help saying, "Why?"

"It's difficult to explain, I'm afraid. I had a feeling that a man was
trying to do wrong, but I hoped that I was mistaken. It seemed to me
that circumstances compelled me to tell the convention all about it, but
I was very careful not to hint at my suspicion. Yet the moment I told
them they laughed."

"Why?"

"Because they felt sure that the man had done wrong."

"Oh!" It was a