Dear me,
I wish I knew which side was genuine, for both cannot be truth.'"
A general laugh followed and Edith Stanhope exclaimed, "I think that
your friend must have been on the fence, Marguerite."
"Yes, and watching to see which side to jump on in the coming
election," cried the old lawyer who had hitherto remained a
listener.
A burst of merriment arose from the trio on the other side of the
room and rang out in peals of laughter.
"Oh, papa, you naughty man to make such an unscrupulous remark
about one of our sex," cried Edith, assuming an air of injured
innocence and trying to look very severe.
"I take it all back my dear. Come let us have some music. It is too
bad to be wasting so much time when one has an opportunity of having
so much ability on hand."
"Do you allude to Marguerite or myself, papa," cried Edith gaily,
while she arose and playfully led her companion, to the piano.
"It is dangerous to say much here unless one very carefully
considers ere he speaks," said the fond father, casting a glance at
his daughter that was worthy of the most ardent lover.
"Well, well, papa, you will go scot-free this time. Of course
Marguerite will favor us.
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