at the stars,--and have some little cars in tunnels to run us around
your estate."

"By Jove, Jefferson nearly did it," said Waterman; "you should see the
subterranean passages at Monticello for the servants, so that the
guests could look over the grounds without a woolly head in sight."

"Great old boob, Jefferson," said Waterman's wife, Flora.

"No," Madge's eyes went out over the hills to where Monticello brooded
over great memories, "he was not a boob. He was so big that little
people like us can't focus him, Flora."

She came down from her perch. "I adore great men," she said; "when I
go back, I shall make a pilgrimage to Oyster Bay. I wonder how many of
us who weep over Greatheart's grave would have voted for him if he had
lived. In a sense we crucified him."

"Madge is serious," said Flora Waterman, "now what do you think of
that?"

"I have to be serious sometimes, Flora, to balance the rest of you.
You can be as gay as you please when I am gone, and if you perish, you
perish."

George walked beside her as the party moved towards the grandstand.
"I've half a mind to go to New York with you, Madge. I came down on
your account."

"It's because you followed me that I'm tired of you, Georgie. If you