"We used to call it the races, but now they tack on the Horse Show. It
was different, of course, when all the old places were owned by the old
families. But they can't change the oaks and the sweep of the hills,
and the mettle of the horses, thank God."

"I am sorry I was late," said Caroline Paine, as they settled
themselves under the trees, "but I went to town to have my hair waved."

"I wish you wouldn't, Caroline," Mrs. Beaufort told her, "your hair is
nice enough without it."

Caroline Paine took off her hat. "I couldn't get it up to look like
this, could I?"

The Judge surveyed the undulations critically. "Caroline," he said,
"you are too pretty to need it."

"I want to keep young for Randolph's sake," Mrs. Paine told him, "then
he'll like me better than any other girl."

"You needn't think you have to get your hair curled to make me love
you," said her tall son; "you are ducky enough as you are."

Major Prime, delighting in their lack of self-consciousness, made a
diplomatic contribution. "Why quarrel with such a charming coiffure?"

Mrs. Paine smiled at him, comfortably. "I feel much better," she said;
"they are always trying to hold me back."

She was a woman of ample proportions and of leisurely habit. Life had