“Very true!” said the squire, complacently. “Very true, and very proper. I do not pretend to say that my recommendation would not weigh with the authorities at Washington. Indeed, the member from our district is a personal friend of mine.” “You know how we are situated,” continued Herbert, who thought it best to state his case as briefly as possible. “Father was unable to save anything, and we have no money ahead. If mother can keep the post office, we shall get along nicely, but if she loses it, we shall have a hard time.” “I am surprised that in your father's long tenure of office he did not save something,” said the squire, in a tone which indicated not only surprise but reproof. “There was not much chance to save on a salary of four hundred dollars a year,” said Herbert, soberly, “after supporting a family of three.” “Ahem!” said the squire, sagely; “where there's a will there's a way. Improvidence is the great fault of the lower classes.” “We don't belong to the lower classes,” said Herbert, flushing with indignation. Squire Walmsgham was secretly ambitious of representing his district some day in Congress, and he felt that he had made a mistake. It won't do for an aspirant to office to speak of the lower classes, and the squire hastened to repair his error. “That was not the term I intended to imply,” he condescended to explain. “I meant to say that improvidence is the prevailing fault of those whose income is small.” “We haven't had much chance to be improvident!” said Herbert “We have had to spend all our income, but we are not in debt--that is, we have no debts that we are unable to pay.” “That is well,” said Squire Walsingham, “but, my young constituent--I mean my young friend--I apprehend that you do not take a right view of public office. It is not designed to support a privileged class in luxury.” “Luxury, on four hundred a year!” replied Herbert. “I am speaking in general terms,” said the squire, hastily. “I mean to say that I cannot recommend a person to office simply because he or she needs the income.” “No, sir, I know that; but my mother understands the duties of the office, and no complaint has been made that she does not make a good postmaster.” “Possibly,” said the squire, non-commitally; “but I am opposed upon principle to conferring offices upon women. Men are more efficient, and better qualified to discharge responsible duties.” “Then, sir,” said Herbert, his heart sinking, “I am to understand that you do not favor the appointment of my mother?” “I should be glad to hear that your mother was doing well,” said the squire, “but I cannot conscientiously favor the appointment of a woman to be postmaster of Wayneboro.” “That means that he prefers the appointment should go to his nephew,” thought Herbert.