V

Caroline Paine's boarders sat high up on the grandstand. If the boarders
seem in this book to be spoken of collectively, like the Chorus in a
Greek play, or the sisters and aunts and cousins in "Pinafore," it is
not because they are not individually interesting. It is because, _en
Massey_ only, have they any meaning in this history.

Now as they sat on the grandstand, they discerned Mrs. Paine in the
Judge's box. They waved at her, and they waved at Randy, they waved also
at Major Prime. They demanded recognition--some of the more enthusiastic
detached themselves finally from the main group and came down to visit
Caroline. The overflow straggled along the steps to the edge of the
Waterman box. One genial gentleman was forced finally to sit on the
rail, so that his elbow stuck straight into the middle of the back of
George's huntsman's pink.

George moved impatiently. "Can't you find any other place to sit?"

The genial gentleman beamed on him. "I have a seat over there. But we
came down to see Mrs. Paine. She is in Judge Bannister's box and we
board with her--at King's Crest. And say, she's a corker!"

George, surveying Becky with increasing interest, decided that she was a
bit above her surroundings. She sat as it were with--Publicans. George
may not have used the Scriptural phrase, but he had the feeling. He was
Pharisaic ally thankful that he was not as that conglomerate group in
the Bannister box. A cheap crowd was his estimate. It would be rather