18/40 "Mr.Rand's affairs must keep him busy." "Yeth, ma'am. Tom comes and goes," said Vinie wistfully. "I wish he'd be Governor of Virginia." "Who? "La, no, ma'am! Mr.Rand." The tone conveyed, pleasantly enough, both the grotesque impossibility of Mr.Tom Mocket aspiring to such a post, and the eminent suitability of its lying in the fortunes of Lewis Rand. Vinie, shy and pink and faintly pretty in her shell calico, leaned against the wooden railing beneath the grapevine, and appealed to her visitor: "I'm always after Tom to make him say he'll run. |