He was far too shrewd to become the prey of
designing people, but welcomed any legitimate channel in which to unload
his surplus.
So Mr. Merrick had been revolving the possibilities of this unique
political campaign in his mind, and had decided to do some things that
would open the bucolic eyes of Kenneth's constituents in wonder. He did
not confide all his schemes to Patsy, but having urged his nieces to
attempt this conquest he had no intention of allowing them to suffer
defeat if he could help it.
The little town of Elmwood was quiet and practically deserted when they
drove into it. The farmers were too busy with the harvest to "come to
town for trading" except on Saturdays, and the arrival and departure of
the two daily trains did not cause more than a ripple of excitement in
the village.
Patsy decided she would shop at each and every store in the place, and
engage the store-keepers in conversation about the election.
"It's important to win these people," she declared, "because they are
close to every farmer who comes to town to trade; and their own votes
count, too."
"I'll run over to the bank," said Uncle John, "and get acquainted
there."
So he tied the horses to a post and let Patsy proceed alone upon her
mission, while he wandered over to a little brick building of neat
appearance which bore the inscription "Bank" in gold letters on its
plate-glass window.
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