He didn't know, he said, how anybody
would get elected in England without the ladies, especially
in the villages, where the people were obliged to listen
respectfully.
"I wonder you can afford to throw away all the influence
you get in the rural districts with soup and blankets,"
he said; "but this is an extravagant country in many
ways." Dora kept silence, not being sure of the social
prestige bound up with the distribution of soup and
blankets, but Mrs Farquharson set him sharply right.
"I guess we'd rather do without our influence if it came
to that," she said.
Hesketh listened with deference to her account of the
rural district which had as yet produced no Ladies
Bountiful, made mental notes of several points, and placed
her privately as a woman of more than ordinary intelligence.
I have always claimed for Hesketh an open mind; he was
filling it now, to its capacity, with care and satisfaction.
The schoolroom was full and waiting when they arrived.
Jordanville had been well billed, and the posters held,
in addition to the conspicuous names of Farquharson and
Murchison, that of Mr Alfred Hesketh (of London, England).
There was a "send-off" to give to the retiring member,
there was a critical inspection to make of the new
candidate, and there was Mr Alfred Hesketh, of London,
England, and whatever he might signify.
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