"
"I admit it," said Mr. Caldwell.
"And we've got the impression that a good many of the men down in New
York and Boston, and elsewhere, through the advantages which the tariff
laws, and other laws, are giving them, are getting more than they
earn--a lot more. And we feel that laws must be passed which will
prevent all that."
"Now, I believe that, too," said Mr. Caldwell very earnestly.
"Then we belong to the same party," I said. "I don't know what the name
of it is yet, but we both belong to it."
Mr. Caldwell laughed.
"And I'll appoint you," I said, "my agent in Washington to work out the
changes in the laws."
"Well, I'll accept the appointment," said Mr. Caldwell--continuing very
earnestly, "if you'll trust to my honesty and not expect too much of me
all at once."
With that we both sat back in our chairs and looked at each other and
laughed with the greatest good humour and common understanding.
"And now," said I, rising quickly, "let's go and get a drink of
buttermilk."
So we walked around the house arm in arm and stopped in the shade of the
oak tree which stands near the spring-house. Harriet came out in the
whitest of white dresses, carrying a tray with the glasses, and I opened
the door of the spring-house, and felt the cool air on my face and smelt
the good smell of butter and milk and cottage cheese, and I passed the
cool pitcher to Harriet.
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