thought Mr. Meredith was coming to speak to him, but Mr. Meredith stopped at the steps, and taking Jamie's little hand he pressed it in his own big palm and said:
"Come with me."
It was the proudest moment of Jamie's life as he walked out of the noisy chamber, through the crowd of angry, baffled members, past the staring pages, by the wondering doorkeepers, and so on out into the rotunda. They walked down the great white staircase, and as they were passing around the polished brass railing of the balcony on the second floor Mr. Meredith said, as if suddenly reminded of something:
"Beg your pardon, but what's your name?"
"James Horn," replied Jamie.
They kept on and Jamie wondered where they were going, until they turned into the governor's offices. Jamie's heart leaped suddenly. Surely this was a day of big surprises, thought he.
"Is the governor in?" Mr. Meredith asked of the governor's private secretary.
"Yes—just go right in, Mr. Meredith," and in
