Dad listened politely—as the process of bargaining required. He said that he appreciated all these troubles, and would expect to make up for them. In the first place, there would be the job of carrying the county supervisors into office. Would it seem a fair proposition if Dad were to contribute five thousand dollars to the war chest of the campaign committee? Mr. Coffey blew a big cloud of grey-blue tobacco-smoke into the air, and sat gazing fixedly at the figure 5 and three O’s written in these clouds.
“You understand,” Dad added; “that’s a party matter, and separate from any proposition I make to you personally.”
“Let’s have your whole idea,” said Mr. Coffey, quietly.
So Dad gave his “spiel” about believing in co-operation, and how he always got a little organization together whereve
