be going to vote - little did I think the day would come,' and so
on, but if he rose it was only to sit down again, and at last she
crossed over to him and said softly, (no sarcasm in her voice now),
'Away with you, and vote for Gladstone's man!' He jumped up and
made off without a word, but from the east window we watched him
strutting down the brae. I laughed, but she said, 'I'm no sure
that it's a laughing matter,' and afterwards, 'I would have liked
fine to be that Gladstone's mother.'

It is nine o'clock now, a quarter-past nine, half-past nine - all
the same moment to me, for I am at a sentence that will not write.
I know, though I can't hear, what my sister has gone upstairs to
say to my mother:-

'I was in at him at nine, and he said, "In five minutes," so I put
the steak on the brander, but I've been in thrice since then, and
every time he says, "In five minutes," and when I try to take the
table-cover off, he presses his elbows hard on it, and growls. His
supper will be completely spoilt.'

'Oh, that weary writing!'

'I can do no more, mother, so you must come down and stop him.'

'I have no power over him,' my mother says, but she rises smiling,
and presently she is opening my door.

'In five minutes!' I cry, but when I see that it is she I rise and
put my arm round her. 'What a full basket!' she says, looking at
the waste-paper basket, which contains most of my work of the night