"That doesn't sound at all like Washington
Monument," she murmured.
"More like Charley Abbott, I suppose!" retorted Enoch.
"No," answered Diana thoughtfully, "hardly like Mr. Abbott's method. I
would say that he belonged to a different school from you."
"Yes? What school does Abbott represent?"
"Well, he has a dash, an ease, that shows long and varied experience.
Charley Abbott is a finished ladies' man. It almost discourages me
when I contemplate the serried ranks of women that must have
contributed to his perfect finesse."
"Discourages you?" queried Enoch.
Diana did not answer. "But," she went on, "while Charley is a graduate
of the school of experience and you--"
She paused.
"Yes, and I--," pressed Enoch.
"I won't impose on your condescension by telling you," said Diana.
"Pshaw!" muttered the Secretary of the Interior.
Suddenly Diana laughed. Enoch, after a moment, laughed with her, and
they entered the White House grounds still chuckling.
The President did not keep them waiting. "I may not be able to order
my wife and daughter about," he said, as he shook hands with Enoch,
"but I certainly have my official family well under control. Did you
see the pictures, Huntingdon?"
"I saw and was conquered, Mr.
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