Randolph Paine, his mother and Major Prime were to join them at
luncheon. Separate plans had been made by the boarders who had packed
themselves into various cars and carriages, and had their own boxes and
baskets.

"Caroline Paine is always late," the Judge said with some impatience;
"if we don't eat on time, we shall have to hurry. I have never hurried
in my life and I don't want to begin now."

Claudia Beaufort was accustomed to impatience in men, and she was
inflexible as a hostess. "Well, of course, we couldn't begin without
them, could we?" she asked. "There they come now, Father. William,
you'd better help Major Prime."

Randy was driving the fat mare, Rosalind. Nellie Custis, Randolph's
wiry hound, loped along with flapping ears in the rear of the
low-seated carriage. Major Prime was on the back seat with Mrs. Paine.

"My dear Judge," he said, as the old gentleman came to the side of the
carriage, "I can't tell you how honored I am to be included in your
party. This is about the best thing that has happened to me in a long
time."

"I wanted you to get the old atmosphere. You can't get it at the
Country Club. We Bannisters have lunched up here for sixty
years--older than you are, eh?"

"Twenty years----"