"
Craig eyed him fiercely and steadily until Arkwright's gaze
dropped. Then he laughed friendly. "Come along, Grant," said he.
"You're a good fellow, and I'll get you the girl." And he linked
his arm in Arkwright's and took up another phase of himself as the
topic of his monologue.
CHAPTER IX
SOMEWHAT CYCLONIC
Margaret, on the way home afoot from the White House, where she
had been lunching with the President's niece, happened upon Craig
standing with his hands behind his back before the statue of
Jackson. He was gazing up at the fierce old face with an
expression so animated that passers-by were smiling broadly. She
thought he was wholly absorbed; but when she was about half-way
across his range of vision he hailed her. "I say, Miss Severence!"
he cried loudly.
She flushed with annoyance. But she halted, for she knew that if
she did not he would only shout at her and make a scene.
"I'll walk with you," said he, joining her when he saw she had no
intention of moving toward him.
"Don't let me draw you from your devotions," protested she. "I'm
just taking a car, anyhow."
"Then I'll ride home with you and walk back. I want to talk with a
woman--a sensible woman--not easy to find in this town.
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