Judge's party passed them later on their way to their seats.

"Yes. Judge Bannister. I tried to buy his place before I decided on
Hamilton Hill. But he wouldn't sell. He said he wouldn't have any place
for his stuffed birds."

"Stuffed birds?"

"His hobby is the game birds of Virginia. He has a whole room of them. I
offered him a good price, but I suppose he'd rather starve than take
it."

The Judge's box was just above Oscar Waterman's. Becky, looking up, saw
Dalton's eyes upon her.

"It's the man who came with you on the train," she told Randy.

"What's he wearing a pink coat for?" Randy demanded. "He isn't riding."

"He probably knows that he looks well in it."

"That isn't a reason."

Becky took another look. "He has a head like the bust of Apollo in our
study hall."

"I'd hate to have a head like that."

"Well, you haven't," she told him; "you may hug that thought to yourself
if it is any consolation, Randy."