"We are the only one of the old families who are eating lunch out of a
basket," said Caroline Paine; "next year we shall have to go to the
Country Club with the rest of them."

"I shall never go to the Country Club," said Judge Bannister, "as long
as there is a nigger to fry chicken for me."

"We may have to swim with the tide."

"Don't tell me that you'd rather be up there than here, Caroline."

"I'd like it for some things," Mrs. Paine admitted frankly; "you should
see the clothes that those Waterman women are wearing."

"What do you care what they wear. You don't want to be like them, do
you?"

"I may not care to be like them, but I want to look like them. I got
the pattern of this sweater I am knitting from one of my boarders. Do
you want it, Claudia?"

Mrs. Beaufort winced at the word "boarders." She hated to think that
Caroline must---- "I never wear sweaters, Caroline. They are not my
style. But I am knitting one for Becky."

"Is it blue?" Randy asked. "Becky ought always to wear blue, except
when she wears pale yellow. That was a heavenly thing you had on at
dinner the night we arrived, wasn't it, Major?"

"Everything was heavenly. I felt like one who expecting a barren plain