Mr. Meredith looked at the pleading lad closely, and then suddenly exclaimed:
"Oh, yes! You're one of the page boys." And then he ran as fast as he could through the lobby, down the steps and across the sidewalk, Jamie after him.
"Come on!' cried Mr. Meredith, as he stooped to plunge into a carriage at the curb, dragging Jamie in after him, and shouting to the driver:
"The state house—fast as you can drive!"
The driver whirled his carriage about in Sixth Street, and as Mr. Meredith drew in his head and slammed the heavy door he shouted:
"Faster there—I'll double your fare!"
The carriage lurched around the corner, the lash of the driver's whip writhed in the air, and the horses went galloping with the rattling old hack down Capitol Avenue. And as the carriage pitched and rocked Jamie was supremely happy—he had done what he could, and, better than all, he was sitting beside Mr. Meredith and actually riding in the same hack with him!
Mr. Meredith was silent until the carriage whirled into the state house grounds and the horses, breath-
