"Naturally, as a stranger, I hesitate to force myself forward, even though my record is such that it is hard to see how any opposition could possibly develop against me. However--" "Of course, Mrs. Carrington is elected," Mrs. Morton interrupted. At the same time, Miss Johnson urged aggressiveness on her candidate. "Don't back down," she implored. "Remember the policeman!" Mrs. Carrington muttered maliciously, as she caught the words. "In view of Mrs. Flynn's record," she began, "I scarcely feel justified--" Her mock humility was copied by Mrs. Flynn on the instant. "As a stranger, I cannot force myself--" The presiding officer decided that this was in truth the psychological moment in which to dominate the situation. "Indeed, the chair appreciates the rare quality of your self-denial," she announced in an authoritative voice that commanded the respectful attention of all. "Now, ladies," she continued with an air of grave rebuke, "you see what comes of putting your hostess in such an unfortunate position as compelling her to force on one of her guests something she doesn't want. Mrs. Carrington and Mrs. Flynn, both, are my friends and my guests as well, and I must certainly decline to embarrass them further in this matter. The only thing I can do, since neither of them is willing to take the presidency, is regretfully to accept it myself. So, I will be president, and I do now so declare myself." At this astounding decision, Mrs. Carrington and Mrs. Flynn sank down in their chairs, too dumfounded to protest: but their distress, along with the similar emotion of Mrs. Morton and Miss Johnson, was not observed by the others in the general hubbub of enthusiasm aroused by the new Solomon come to judgment. After an interval of tumultuous cheering, there came demand for a speech by the newly fleeted president.... Cicily acceded, after due urging.