Outside of the town they "hit it up" again; and half an hour later
they came to a huge sign, "To the Hawk's Nest," and turned off. They
ran up a hill, and came suddenly out of a pine-forest into view of a
hostelry, perched upon the edge of a bluff overlooking the Sound.
There was a broad yard in front, in which automobiles wheeled and
sputtered, and a long shed that was lined with them.

Half a dozen attendants ran to meet them as they drew up at the
steps. They all know Oliver, and two fell to brushing his coat, and
one got his cap, while the mechanic took the car to the shed. Oliver
had a tip for each of them; one of the things that Montague observed
was that in New York you had to carry a pocketful of change, and
scatter it about wherever you went. They tipped the man who carried
their coats and the boy who opened the door. In the washrooms they
tipped the boys who filled the basins for them and those who gave
them a second brushing.

The piazzas of the inn were crowded with automobiling parties, in
all sorts of strange costumes. It seemed to Montague that most of
them were flashy people--the men had red faces and the women had
loud voices; he saw one in a sky-blue coat with bright scarlet
facing. It occurred to him that if these women had not worn such
large hats, they would not have needed quite such a supply of the
bright-coloured veiling which they wound over the hats and tied
under their chins, or left to float about in the breeze.

The dining-room seemed to have been built in sections, rambling
about on the summit of the cliff. The side of it facing the water
was all glass, and could be taken down. The ceiling was a maze of