The clothing arrived presently by way of the transom; the Governor and the Secretary tried to aid the Mayor to get into the various sections of clothing, but as they all were bachelors and young they naturally were not aware of the functions of the various objects scattered over the floor. The Governor picked up a bunch of curls attached to a cup-shaped turban swirl. "Good heavens!" he said. "The girl has scalped herself for your sake, John!" "I bought that, too," said the Mayor, sullenly. "Do you know which way it goes on, George?" They fixed it so that two curls fell down and dangled on either side of his Honour's nose. Meanwhile the unfortunate Military Secretary had dressed in the top hat and cutaway of the Governor. He said huskily, "If I can't outrun them they'll catch me and try to start raising statesmen." "It's your duty to defend me," observed the Governor. "Yes, with my life, but not with my p-progeny--" "Then you'd better run faster than you've ever run in all your life," said the Governor coldly. At that moment there came a telephone call. "Lady at the desk to speak to the Governor," came a voice. "Hello, who is it?" asked his excellency coyly. "Professor Elizabeth Challis!" came a very sweet but determined voice. At the terrible name of the new President of the National Federation of American Women the Governor jumped with nervousness. Anonymous letters had warned him that she was after him for eugenic purposes. "What do you want?" he asked tremulously. "In the name of the Federation I demand that you instantly destroy the draft of that infamous bill which you are preparing to rush through at Albany." "I won't," said the Governor. "If you don't," she said, "the committee on eugenics will seize you." "Let 'em catch me first," he replied, boldly; and rang off. "Now, John," he said briskly, "as soon as they catch sight of you in my top hat and cutaway they'll start for you. And I advise you to leg it if you want to remain single." The unfortunate Military Secretary gulped with fright, buttoned his cutaway coat, crammed his top hat over his ears, and gazed fearfully out of the window, where in the avenue below the riot was still in lively progress. Terrified young men fled in every direction, pursued by vigorous and youthful beauty, while the suffragette band played and thousands of suffragettes cheered wildly. "Isn't it awful!" groaned the Mayor, arranging the lace cap on his turban-swirl and shaking out his skirts. "The police are no use. The suffragettes kidnap the good-looking ones. Are you ready for the sortie, Governor?" The Governor in the handsome uniform of his Military Secretary adjusted his sword and put on the gold-laced cap. Then, thrusting the draft of the obnoxious bill into the bosom of his tunic, he strode from the room, followed by his Secretary and the unfortunate Mayor, who attempted in vain to avoid treading on his own trailing skirts.