She can't object to that." "Thank you." "Not at all." The president rose and escorted him to the door.

"That was a splendid speech of yours, Mr.Stirling," he added.

"I'm not a bit ashamed to say that it put salt water in my old eyes." "I think," said Peter, "it was the deaths of the poor little children, more than anything I said, that made people feel it." The next morning's mail brought Peter a second note, in the same handwriting as that of the day before.

It read: "Miss De Voe has received Mr.Stirling's message and will be pleased to see him in regard to the check, at half after eleven to-day (Wednesday) if he will call upon her.
"Miss De Voe regrets the necessity of giving Mr.Stirling such brief notice, but she leaves New York on Thursday." As Peter walked up town that morning, he was a little surprised that he was so cool over his intended call.

In a few minutes he would be in the presence of a lady, the firmness of whose handwriting indicated that she was not yet decrepit.