Tell him to go and play with Walter Winter."
"I heard he was asking at Volunteer Headquarters the
other night," remarked Alec, "how long it would be before
a man like himself, if he threw in his lot with the
country, could expect to get nominated for a provincial
seat."
"What did they tell him?" asked Mr Murchison, when they
had finished their laugh.
"I heard they said it would depend a good deal on the
size of the lot."
"And a little on the size of the man," remarked Advena.
"He said he would be willing to take a seat in a Legislature
and work up," Alec went on. "Ontario for choice, because
he thought the people of this Province more advanced."
"There's a representative committee being formed to give
the inhabitants of the poor-house a turkey dinner on
Thanksgiving Day," said Advena. "He might begin with
that."
"I dare say he would if anybody told him. He's just dying
to be taken into the public service," Alec said. "He's
in dead earnest about it. He thinks this country's a
great place because it gives a man the chance of a public
career."
"Why is it," asked Advena "that when people have no
capacity for private usefulness they should be so anxious
to serve the public?"
"Oh, come," said Lorne, "Hesketh has an income of his
own. Why should he sweat for his living? We needn't pride
ourselves on being so taken up with getting ours.
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