making old clothes like new, and new clothes look unaggressive, and
when to these attributes is added a faculty for wearing hunting kit
with accuracy and finish, it will be understood that Larry had early
achieved standing in his college.

The Cluhir picnic, that had so justifiably perturbed Miss Frederica,
debouched, like a mighty river, from its wagonettes and outside cars,
upon the lawns of Coppinger's Court, at about four of the clock, of a
beautiful, balmy May afternoon, and to Larry fell the task of deciding
upon its course of procedure. Clad in very white flannels and a
prismatic blazer, and looking, as his most tepid supporter would have
to allow, a picture of cleanliness, he advanced upon Mrs. Mangan's
wagonette, and proffered an arm, fortunately of steel, to facilitate
her descent. The five years that had elapsed since Larry was her
guest, had effected less change in her than in him. Save that the
bisonian fringe now held a grey hair or two in its dark depths, and
the curves, that had suggested a Chesterfield sofa to her young
friend, were now something more opulent than they had been, Mrs.
Mangan's progress along the corridor of eternity had made no
perceptible mark on her. Still, in assisting her descent from a high
wagonette, an arm of steel was not out of place.

Larry was at the age that, believing itself critical to the point of
extinction of the rejected, yet accepts with enthusiasm any female
creature that can wear a smart hat with assurance, and wag a
flattering tongue with address. The Cluhir ladies were proficient in
these arts. Mr. Coppinger was congratulated on his weather; arranged
by his skill, poured forth of his benevolence! On his demesne, so
green with young leaves, so gay with spring flowers! Kind Mr.
Coppinger to have created them in such profusion! And what warmth was