ss you had better enjoy yourself FIRST!"

"I'm certainly rather afraid I can't work in this weather," the young
barrister confessed.

"Leave that to the natives," said Mr. Westgate. "Leave the Tennessee
Central to me, Mr. Beaumont. Some day we'll talk it over, and I guess I
can make it square. But I didn't know you Englishmen ever did any work,
in the upper classes."

"Oh, we do a lot of work; don't we, Lambeth?" asked Percy Beaumont.

"I must certainly be at home by the 19th of September," said the younger
Englishman, irrelevantly but gently.

"For the shooting, eh? or is it the hunting, or the fishing?" inquired
his entertainer.

"Oh, I must be in Scotland," said Lord Lambeth, blushing a little.

"Well, then," rejoined Mr. Westgate, "you had better amuse yourself
first, also. You must go down and see Mrs. Westgate."

"We should be so happy, if you would kindly tell us the train," said
Percy Beaumont.

"It isn't a train--it's a boat."

"Oh, I see. And what is the name of--a--the--a--town?"

"It isn't a town," said Mr. Westgate, laughing. "It's a--well, what
shall I call it? It's a watering place. In short, it's Newport. You'll
see what it is. It's cool; that's the principal thing. You will greatly
oblige me by going down there and putting yourself into the hands of
Mrs. Westgate. It isn't perhaps for me to say it, but you couldn't be in
better hands. Also in those of her sister, who is staying with her. She
is very fond of Englishmen. She thinks there is nothing like them."

"Mrs. Westgate or--a--her sister?" asked Percy Beaumont modestly, yet in
the tone of an inquiring traveler.

"Oh, I mean my wife," said Mr. Westgate. "I don't suppose my
sister-in-law knows much about them. She has always led a very quiet
life; she has lived in Boston."

Percy Beaumont listened with interest. "That, I believe," he said, "is
the most--a--intellectual town?"

"I believe it is very intellectual. I don't go there much," responded
his host.

"I say, we ought to go there," said Lord Lambeth to his companion.

"Oh, Lord Lambeth, wait till the great heat is over," Mr. Westgate
interposed. "Boston in this weather would be very trying; it's not the
temperature for intellectual exertion. At Boston, you know, you have to
pass an examination at the city limits; and when you come away they give
you a kind of degree."

Lord Lambeth stared, blushing a little; and Percy Beaumont stared a
little also--but only with his fine na