limit they say, why I'd like to have 'em sit at the president's card-
table."

When the diversions of the Friends of the Ace were concluded for that
afternoon, Georgie invited his chief supporter, Mr. Charlie Johnson,
to drive home with him to dinner, and as they jingled up National
Avenue in the dog-cart, Charlie asked:

"What sort of men did you run up against at that school, George?"

"Best crowd there: finest set of men I ever met."

"How'd you get in with 'em?"

Georgie laughed. "I let them get in with me, Charlie," he said in a
tone of gentle explanation. "It's vulgar to do any other way. Did I
tell you the nickname they gave me--'King'? That was what they called
me at that school, 'King Minafer."

"How'd they happen to do that?" his friend asked innocently.

"Oh, different things," George answered lightly. "Of course, any of
'em that came from anywhere out in this part the country knew about
the family and all that, and so I suppose it was a good deal on
account of--oh, on account of the family and the way I do things, most
likely."