orm a quorum. We must have Kitty and Billy."

"Tom," she said, "I will get Kitty and Billy if I have to drag them
in by main force!" and she went to find them. Ten minutes later she
returned but without them. Mr. Fenelby had finished the dishes, and
was hanging the dish-pan on its nail.

The two needed States were nowhere to be found, neither in the
house, nor on the porch, nor were they on the grounds. There was
nothing to do but to await their return. It was quite late when
Kitty and Billy returned, and the Fenelbys had grown tired of
sitting on the porch and had gone inside, but Kitty and Billy did
not seem to mind the dampness or the chill for the moon was
beautiful, and they seated themselves in the hammock. Bobberts had
been put to bed, and his parents had become almost merry with their
old-time merriment as they contemplated the speedy over-throw of the
Fenelby Domestic Tariff. The joy that comes from a tax repealed is
greater than the peace that comes from paying a tax honestly. There
is no fun in paying taxes. Not the least.

"I think, Laura," said Mr. Fenelby, when he and his wife had
listened to the slow creaking of the hammock hooks for some minutes,
"you had better go out and tell them to come in."

Mrs. Fenelby went. She let the porch screen slam as she went
out--which was only fair--and she heard the low whispers change to
louder tones, and a slight movement of feet; but she was not,
evidently, intruding, for Kitty and Billy were quite primly disposed
in the hammock when she reached them.

"Hello!" she said pleasantly, "Won't you come in? We are going to
vote on the tariff."

"Go ahead and vote," said Billy cheerfully. "We won't interfere."

"But we can't vote until you come in," explained Mrs. Fenelby. "We
haven't a quorum until you come in. You are States, and we can't do
anything until you come in."

"Did you try?" asked Billy, just as cheerfully as before. "We don't
want to vote. We are comfortable out here. If we must vote, bring
your congress out here."

"Billy, I would if I could," said Mrs. Fenelby, "but I can't!
Bobberts has to be present, and he can't be brought out into the
night air."

Kitty half rose from the hammock. She felt to see that her hair was
in order.

"Come on, Billy," she said. "Be accommodating," and they went in.

It was necessary to bring Bobberts down from the nursery, and Mrs.
Fenelby brought him in, limp and sleeping, and sat with him in her
arms. Mr. Fenelb