going to continue to be President, why did they bother so much about who was going to be defeated? It was quite inexplicable, but there was an odd fascination in listening to the states changing their opinions, in hearing the sudden noise of a spontaneous, unexplainable stampede. Then, too, there was a glamour about the people who came from far places. Fancy hearing the voice of a man who was actually an inhabitant of Arizona.
Dot and Eddie sat before the loud speaker listening spellbound to the never-ending balloting.
Once Al Smith had so many votes that Dot grew quite excited. "I thought you said they wouldn't put him over?"
"Well, you see, Dot," Eddie explained, "even if he gets the most votes here, it don't mean that he will be President."
"Why not?"
"Because he's got the Republican candidate to run against," said Eddie.
"Then I don't see what the use of the whole thing is," Dot replied.
But she liked it and she listened.
By the third day she and Eddie were quite alarmed. They had thought that a day and a night would probably complete the convention. The continuing of it meant that they would have to miss a session, for on the next day Dot had to see Dr. Simons. It had been agreed that Eddie must accompany her on the long trip.
"You can get your suit while you're downtown," said Dot. "Don't you think it would be nice to buy a suit downtown?"
"What am I gonna do with you? I can't drag you all over downtown."
"I'll wait in the doctor's office."
"It's best not to make arrangements like that. You don't
