ME!"

"The sea does not agree with her," explained Farrell; "WE'RE going
by automobile." Mrs. Farrell now took up the wondrous tale

It's a High Flyer, 1915 model," she explained; "green, with white
enamel leather inside, and red wheels outside. You can see it from
the window."

Somewhat dazed, I stepped to the window and found you could see it
from almost anywhere. It was as large as a freight car; and was
entirely surrounded by taxi-starters, bellboys, and nurse-maids.
The chauffeur, and a deputy chauffeur, in a green livery with
patent-leather leggings, were frowning upon the mob. They possessed
the hauteur of ambulance surgeons. I returned to my chair, and then
rose hastily to ask if I could not offer Mr. Farrell some
refreshment.

"Mebbe later," he said. Evidently he felt that as yet he had not
sufficiently impressed me.

"Harbor Castle," he recited, "has eighteen bedrooms, billiard-room,
music-room, art gallery and swimming-pool." He shook his head. "And
no one to use 'em but us. We had a boy." He stopped, and for an
instant, as though asking pardon, laid his hand upon the knee of
Mrs. Farrell. "But he was taken when he was four, and none came
since. My wife has a niece," he added, "but----"

"But," interrupted Mrs. Farrell, "she was too high and mighty for
plain folks, and now there is no one. We always took an interest in