"Oh, come on, Jessie, tell us," urged Alan, while Katharine
added,--
"If you don't tell me, Jessie, I shall speak to auntie. I know you
have done something you are ashamed of."
Jessie laughed good-naturedly.
"Don't be silly and make such a fuss over nothing, Kit. I only
wanted to tease you a little; I'd just as soon tell as not. I'll
give you each a guess, and then, if you don't get it, I'll tell
you. That's fair, isn't it? Who'll you guess, Kit?"
"Oliver Wendell Holmes," said Katharine promptly.
Jessie smiled disdainfully.
"Wrong. What should I want of him?"
"I should think anybody would want him," returned Katharine. "He's
the greatest person I could think of; and besides, you've just
been studying about him."
"Well, he isn't the one," said Jessie. "Go on, Alan."
"The President of these United States," suggested Alan pompously.
"Never!" responded Jessie fervently. "I'm a Democrat, you know, so
I don't want him. But you're in the right track. Polly, who is
it?"
"General Grant," said Polly.
"He died ever so long ago, Polly," corrected Alan.
"Oh, yes, so he did. Well, let's see. The Mayor of Omaha?"
"No! No! No!" said Jessie. "I didn't say it was a man, any way.
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