"I know that. I've got to fight him. The farmers are with me."
"But the Town is not, and it's the Town which counts nowadays. The day of the farmer is past."
"No, the Town is not."
The face of Charles Tolliver grew serious and the blue eyes grave and worried. Julia Shane saw that he was watching his tall daughter who sat now at the piano, preparing to play.
"If you need money at the next election," she said, "Come to me. I can help you."
