“We’re going to be the most popular young ladies in this district!” exclaimed Patsy.  “Don’t you worry about us, Ken.  But tell me, how big is your district?”

“It includes parts of three counties—­Monroe, Washington and Jackson Counties.”

“What county is this?”

“Monroe.”

“Any cities?”

“No; only a few towns.  It’s mostly a rural district.  Fairview, just across the border in Washington County, is the biggest village.”

“Have you an automobile?”

“No; I don’t like the things.  I’ve always loved horses and prefer them to machines.”

“How much money are you prepared to spend?”

“How much—­what’s that?” he asked, bewildered.

“You can’t win a political election without spending money,” declared Patsy, wisely.  “I’ll bet the bad man is scattering money in every direction.  It will cost something on our side to run this campaign in a way to win.”

The young man frowned.

“I don’t mind spending money, Patsy,” he said, “but I don’t approve of buying votes, and I won’t allow it, either!”

“Tut-tut!  Who said anything about buying votes?  But we’re going to work on a broad and liberal basis, I assure you, and we need money.”

“Spend all you like, then, so long as you don’t try to corrupt the voters.”

“Very good.  Now, then, how much land do you own at Elmhurst?”

Kenneth looked inquiringly at the lawyer.

“About twelve hundred acres,” said Mr. Watson.  “It is divided into small farms which are let out on shares.”

“How many votes do you control among your servants and tenants?” proceeded Patsy, in a business-like tone.

“Perhaps thirty or forty.”

“And what is the total vote of the district?”

“Thirty-five hundred.”

Patsy gasped.

“So many?”

“Fully that many,” said Mr. Watson, smiling.

“Then we’ve got to have over seventeen hundred and fifty votes to elect Kenneth?”

“Exactly.”

The girl drew a long breath and looked at Beth and Louise.  Then they all laughed.

“Suppose you resign as campaign managers,” said Kenneth, beginning to be amused.

“Oh, no!  It’s—­it’s easier than we expected.  Isn’t it, girls?”

“It’s child’s play,” observed Louise, languidly.

The boy was astonished.

“Very well,” said he.  “Try it and see.”

“Of course,” said Patsy, cheerfully.  “Tomorrow morning we begin work.”

CHAPTER VI

A GOOD START

At an early breakfast next morning Patsy announced the program for the day.

“Uncle John and I will drive over to the village,” she said, “and perhaps we’ll be gone all day.  Don’t worry if we’re not back for luncheon.  Louise and Mr. Watson are going in the phaeton to visit some of the near-by farmers.  Take one road, dear, and follow it straight along, as far as it keeps within our legislative district, and visit every farm-house on the way.”