It was just 11:00 in the evening when a plump little man bustled into the railway station at Ottawa. "All aboard. Toronto train", called the conductor, and the little man scrambled up the steps. As the train rolled away, the sandman came upon the plump little fellow; for he had had a very busy day.
In the morning the cabinet had had a sitting, and then at the lunch hour the Premier had rushed off to call on the Governor General, Lord Byng. All afternoon there was another session of the Cabinet. And the...
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