"
Winifred, reading the letter, had brooded upon it. "He's falling in
love. A child like that--she'll spoil his future."
Congress was having night sessions. "If I could only have you up there,"
Maxwell had said to Anne as he had driven her home from the matinee,
with old Molly and Ethel on the back seat. "I should steal you if I
dared."
"Please dare."
"Do you mean it?"
"Yes. To-night. Ethel and Amy are going to a Colonial Dames meeting with
Molly Winchell. I never go. I hate ancestors."
"I shouldn't let you do it," he hesitated, "but ghosts walk after dark
in the Capitol corridors."
"I know," she nodded. "Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln."
"Yes. Then you'll come?"
"Of course."
It was the thought of her rendezvous with him that lighted her eyes when
she talked to Murray. But Murray did not know. So he swayed up on his
toes and glanced in the glass and was glad of his thinness and
tallness.
Maxwell came for Anne promptly. "You must get me back by ten," she told
him. "I have a key, and Charlotte's out."
It was a night of nights, never to be forgotten.
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