"What on earth induced Helen to bring that poor old Dutch doll along with
her?" demanded Flossie. "The woman never opened her mouth all the time.
Did she tell you?"
"No," answered Madge, "but I think I can guess. She hopes--or perhaps
'fears' would be more correct--that her husband is going to join the
Cabinet, and is trying to fit herself by suddenly studying political and
social questions. For a month she's been clinging like a leech to Helen
Lavery, who takes her to meetings and gatherings. I suppose they've
struck up some sort of a bargain. It's rather pathetic."
"Good Heavens! What a tragedy for the man," commented Flossie.
"What is he like?" asked Joan.
"Not much to look at, if that's what you mean," answered Madge. "Began
life as a miner, I believe. Looks like ending as Prime Minister."
"I heard him at the Albert Hall last week," said Flossie. "He's quite
wonderful."
"In what way?" questioned Joan.
"Oh, you know," explained Flossie. "Like a volcano compressed into a
steam engine."
They discussed Joan's plans. It looked as if things were going to be
easy for her.
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