pointed. It seems to be the practice in this country to appoint men who, so far as I know, have absolutely no social standing. Mr. Choate was an exception, of course. I am sure that Stuyvesant will go to the top rapidly if he is given a chance. Now, how shall we go about it. Philander?" She considered the matter settled. Her husband shook his head.
"Have you spoken to Stuyvie about it?" he inquired.
"Oh, dear me, no. I want to surprise him."
"I see," said he, rather grimly for him. "I see. We simply say: 'Here is a nice soft berth in the diplomatic corps, Stuyvie. You may sail tomorrow if you like.'"
"Don't be silly. And please do not call him Stuyvie. I've spoken to you about that a thousand times. Philander. Now, don't you think you ought to run down to Washington and see the President? It may—"
"No, I don't," said he flatly. "I'm not a dee fool."
"Don't—don't you care to see your son make something of himself?" she cried in dismay.
"Certainly. I'd like nothing better than—"
"Then, try to take a little interest in him," she said coldly.
"In the first place," said he resignedly, "what are his politics?"
"The same as yours. He is a Republican. All the people we know are Republicans. The Democrats are too common for words."
"Well, his first attempt at diplomacy will be to change his politics," he said, waxing a little sarcastic as he gained courage. "And I'd advise you not to say
