For a moment there was silence, then Becky carried the conversation into
lighter currents. "Everybody is here for the Horse Show next week. Your
mother's house is full, and those awful Waterman people have guests."

"One of them came down with us."

"The good-looking man who offered us a ride?"

"Oh, of course if you like that kind of looks, he's the kind of man
you'd like," said Randy, "but coming down he seemed rather out of tune
with the universe."

"How out of tune?"

"Well, it was hot and he was hot----"

"It _is_ hot, Randy, and perhaps he isn't used to it."

"Are you making excuses for him?"

"I don't even know him."

Major Prime interposed. "His man was a corking little chap, never turned
a hair, as cool as a cucumber, with everybody else sizzling."

They were ascending a hill, and the horse went slowly. Ahead of them was
a buggy without a top. In the buggy were a man and a woman. The woman
had an umbrella over her, and a child in her arms.