don’t believe that!” he had ejaculated, shocked.
Well, she must begin again. As she had hoped, he was waiting for her when she reached home. She welcomed him cordially, made a little music for him, and served tea.
“Bles,” she said, “the Opposition has been laying a pretty shrewd trap for you.”
“What?” he asked absently.
“They are going to have you chosen as High School commencement orator.”
“Me? Stuff!”
‚ÄúYou‚ÅÝ‚Äîand not stuff, but ‚ÄòEducation‚Äô will be your natural theme. Indeed, they have so engineered it that the party chiefs expect from you a defence of their dropping of the Educational Bill.‚Äù
“What!”
“Yes, and probably