Both girls cried from happiness at the relief.
"Oh! Catherine," said Manuela as she sobbed on the latter's neck, "I'm
so glad I knew you at Notre Dame!"
"And I'm glad we struck a blow for Cuba libre," rejoined Catherine.
"It may mean annexation," said Will, as he deftly slipped his arm around
Manuela's waist.
The Cuban girl grew rosy red.
Catherine was quick to understand: Cuba might be freed, but one
individual who had labored for it was going to be annexed.
"I'm so happy!" she cried. And she kissed both warmly and left them to
tell her mother of the latest beneficent example of American
assimilation.
_A Two-Party Line_