the voice, the interlocutor is compelled to supply the answer.  “Mrs. Ingham, I hope your friend Augusta is better.”  Augusta has not been ill.  Polly cannot think of explaining, however, and answers, “Thank you, Ma’am; she is very rearason wewahwewoh,” in lower and lower tones.  And Mrs. Throckmorton, who forgot the subject of which she spoke as soon as she asked the question, is quite satisfied.  Dennis could see into the card-room, and came to Polly to ask if he might not go and play all-fours.  But, of course, she sternly refused.  At midnight they came home delighted,—­Polly, as I said, wild to tell me the story of the victory; only both the pretty Walton girls said, “Cousin Frederic, you did not come near me all the evening.”

We always called him Dennis at home, for convenience, though his real name was Frederic Ingham, as I have explained.  When the election-day came round, however, I found that by some accident there was only one Frederic Ingham’s name on the voting-list; and as I was quite busy that day in writing some foreign letters to Halle, I thought I would forego my privilege of suffrage, and stay quietly at home, telling Dennis that he might use the record on the voting-list, and vote.  I gave him a ticket, which I told him he might use, if he liked to.  That was that very sharp election in Maine which the readers of the Atlantic so well remember, and it had been intimated in public that the ministers would do well not to appear at the polls.  Of course, after that, we had to appear by self or proxy.  Still, Naguadavick was not then a city, and this standing in a double queue at town-meeting several hours to vote was a bore of the first water; and so when I found that there was but one Frederic Ingham on the list, and that one of us must give up, I stayed at home and finished the letters (which, indeed, procured for Fothergill his coveted appointment of Professor of Astronomy at Leavenworth), and I gave Dennis, as we called him, the chance.  Something in the matter gave a good deal of popularity to the Frederic Ingham name; and at the adjourned election, next week, Frederic Ingham was chosen to the legislature.  Whether this was I or Dennis I never really knew.  My friends seemed to think it was I; but I felt that as Dennis had done the popular thing, he was entitled to the honor; so I sent him to Augusta when the time came, and he took the oaths.  And a very valuable member he made.  They appointed him on the Committee on Parishes; but I wrote a letter for him, resigning, on the ground that he took an interest in our claim to the stumpage in the minister’s sixteenths of Gore A, next No. 7, in the 10th Range.  He never made any speeches, and always voted with the minority, which was what he was sent to do.  He made me and himself a great many good friends, some of whom I did not afterwards recognize as quickly as Dennis did my parishioners.  On one or two occasions, when there was wood to saw at home, I kept him at home; but I took those occasions to go to Augusta myself.  Finding myself often in his vacant seat at these times, I watched the proceedings with a good deal of care; and once was so much excited that I delivered my somewhat celebrated speech on the Central School-District question, a speech of which the “State of Maine” printed some extra copies.  I believe there is no formal rule permitting strangers to speak; but no one objected.