most classic of histrionic productions, 'Uncle Tom's
Cabin'." (Loud applause, causing the Speaker to rap sharply.) "That
we may show a proper appreciation of this compliment--I move you, Mr.
Speaker, that the House adjourn not later than six o'clock to-morrow,
Wednesday evening, not to meet again until Thursday morning."

Mr. Jameson of Wantage handed the resolution to a page and sat down
amidst renewed applause. Mr. Wetherell noticed that many members turned
in their seats as they clapped, and glancing along the gallery he caught
a flash of red and perceived the radiant Miss Cassandra herself leaning
over the rail, her hands clasped in ecstasy. Mr. Lovejoy was not with
her--he evidently preferred to pay his attentions in private.

"There she is again," whispered Cynthia, who had taken an instinctive
and extraordinary dislike to Miss Cassandra. Then Mr. Sutton rose
majestically to put the question.

"Gentlemen, are you ready for the question?" he cried. "All those in
favor of the resolution of the gentleman from Wantage, Mr. Jameson--"
the Speaker stopped abruptly. The legislators in the front seats
swung around, and people in the gallery craned forward to see a member
standing at his seat in the extreme rear of the hall. He was a little
man in an ill-fitting coat, his wizened face clean-shaven save for the
broom-shaped beard under his chin, which he now held in his hand. His
thin, nasal voice was somehow absurdly penetrating as he addressed
the chair. Mr. Sutton was apparently, for once, taken by surprise, and
stared a moment, as though racking his brain for the name.

"The gentleman from Suffolk, Mr. Heath," he said, and smiling a little,
sat down.

The gentleman from Suffolk, still holding on to his beard, pitched in
without preamble.

"We farmers on the back seats don't often get a chance to be heard, Mr.
Speaker," said he, amidst a general tittering from the front seats. "We
come down here without any l'arnin' of parli'ment'ry law, and before we
know what's happened the session's over, and we hain't said nothin'."
(More laughter.) "There's b'en a good many times when I wanted to say
somethin', and this time I made up my mind I was a-goin' to--law or no
law."

(Applause, and a general show of interest in the gentleman from
Suffolk.) "Naow, Mr. Speaker, I hain't ag'in' 'Uncle Tom's Cabin.' It's
a good play, and it's done an almighty lot of good. And I hain't sayin'
nothin' ag'in' Alvy Hopkins nor his munifice