afford to go to the club would eat out of a basket. He rather blushed
for Becky that she must sit there in the sight of everybody and share a
feast with a shabby old Judge, a lean and lank stripling with straight
hair, a lame duck of an officer, and two middle-aged women, who made
spots of black and purple on the landscape. Like Oscar, George's ideas
of life had to do largely with motor cars and yachts, and estates on
Long Island, palaces at Newport and Lenox and Palm Beach. During the
war he had served rather comfortably in a becoming uniform in the
Quartermaster's Department in Washington. Now that the war was over,
he regretted the becomingness of the uniform. He felt to-day, however,
that there were compensations in his hunting pink. He was slightly
bronzed and had blue eyes. He was extremely popular with the women of
the Waterman set, but was held to be the especial property of Madge
MacVeigh.

Madge had observed his interest in the party on the hill.

"George," she said, "what are you looking at?"

"I am looking at those people who are picnicking. They probably have
ants in the salad and spiders in their coffee."

"They are getting more out of it than you and I," said Madge.

"How getting more?"

"We are tired of things, Georgie-Porgie."

"Speak for yourself, Madge."