first thing--? We drove to Fulton Market, and had one of those Fulton
Market broils! My husband said we should have had it if it had been July.
He used to dream of the American oysters when we were in Europe.
Gentlemen are so fond of them."

Barlow, from scanning the heavens, turned round and faced the company,
which had drooped in several attitudes of exhaustion on the benching of
the piazza. "Well, I can most al'ays tell about Jocelyn's as good as the
Weather Report. I told Mrs. Maynard here this mornin' that the fog was
goin' to burn off."

"Burn off?" cried Mrs. Alger. "I should think it had!" The other ladies
laughed.

"And you'll see," added Barlow, "that the wind 'll change at noon, and
we'll have it cooler."

"If it's as hot on the water as it is here," said Mrs. Scott, "I should
think those people would get a sunstroke."

"Well, so should I, Mrs. Scott," cordially exclaimed a little fat lady,
as if here at last were an opinion in which all might rejoice to
sympathize.

"It's never so hot on the water, Mrs. Merritt," said Mrs. Alger, with the
instructiveness of an old habitude.

"Well, not at Jocelyn's," suggested Barlow. Mrs. Alger stopped fanning
herself with her newspaper, and looked at him. Upon her motion, the other
ladies looked at Barlow. Doubtless he felt that his social acceptability