Stirling?"
"I believe so. I heard something about tickets last night. If you care
to go, I'll see if I can get you some?"
"Oh, please," cried both girls.
"If you can do so, Mr. Stirling, we should like to see the interesting
part," said Miss De Voe.
"I'll try."
"Send word back by Oliver." The carriage had drawn up at the cottage,
and farewells were made.
As soon as Peter reached the hotel, he went to the New York City
delegation room, and saw Costell. He easily secured admissions, and
pencilling on a card, "At headquarters they tell me that the nominations
will begin at the afternoon session, about two o'clock," he sent them
back by the carriage. Then bearding the terrors of the colored "monarch
of all he surveys," who guards the dining-room of every well-ordered
Saratoga hotel, he satisfied as large an appetite as he remembered in a
long time.
The morning proceedings in the convention were purely formal. The
election of the chairman, the roll-call, the naming of the committees,
and other routine matter was gotten through with, but the real interest
centred in the undertone of political talk, going on with little regard
to the business in hand.
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