girl in the world is a Boston superstructure upon a New York fonds;
or perhaps a New York superstructure upon a Boston fonds. At any rate,
it's the mixture," said Mrs. Westgate, who continued to give Percy
Beaumont a great deal of information.

Lord Lambeth got into a little basket phaeton with Bessie Alden,
and she drove him down the long avenue, whose extent he had
measured on foot a couple of hours before, into the ancient town,
as it was called in that part of the world, of Newport. The ancient
town was a curious affair--a collection of fresh-looking little
wooden houses, painted white, scattered over a hillside and clustered
about a long straight street paved with enormous cobblestones.
There were plenty of shops--a large proportion of which appeared
to be those of fruit vendors, with piles of huge watermelons and
pumpkins stacked in front of them; and, drawn up before the shops,
or bumping about on the cobblestones, were innumerable other basket
phaetons freighted with ladies of high fashion, who greeted each other
from vehicle to vehicle and conversed on the edge of the pavement
in a manner that struck Lord Lambeth as demonstrative, with a great
many "Oh, my dears," and little quick exclamations and caresses.
His companion went into seventeen shops--he amused himself with
counting them--and accumulated at the bottom of the phaeton a pile
of bundles that hardly left the young Englishman a place for his feet.
As she had no groom nor footman, he sat in the phaeton to hold
the ponies, where, although he was not a particularly acute observer,
he saw much to entertain him--especially the ladies just mentioned,
who wandered up and down with the appearance of a kind of aimless
intentness, as if they were looking for something to buy, and who,
tripping in and out of their vehicles, displayed remarkably pretty feet.
It all seemed to Lord Lambeth very odd, and bright, and gay.