tired of you, Georgie. If you go,
I'll stay."

She was smiling as she said it. But he did not smile. "Just as you wish,
of course. But you mustn't expect me to come running when you crook your
finger."

"I never expect things, but you'll come."

Perhaps she would not have been so sure if she could have looked into
his mind. The day that Becky had ridden away, hidden by the flaps of the
old surrey, the spark of his somewhat fickle interest had been lighted,
and the glimpse that he had had of her this morning had fanned the spark
into a flame.

"Did you say the old man's name is Bannister?" he asked Oscar as the
Judge's party passed them later on their way to their seats.

"Yes. Judge Bannister. I tried to buy his place before I decided on
Hamilton Hill. But he wouldn't sell. He said he wouldn't have any place
for his stuffed birds."

"Stuffed birds?"

"His hobby is the game birds of Virginia. He has a whole room of them. I
offered him a good price, but I suppose he'd rather starve than take
it."

The Judge's box was just above Oscar Waterman's. Becky, looking up, saw
Dalton's eyes upon her.

"It's the man who came with you on the train," she told Randy.

"What's he wearing a pink coat for?" Randy demanded. "He isn't riding."

"He probably knows that he looks well in it."

"That isn't a reason."

Becky took another look. "He has a head like the bust of Apollo in our
study hall."

"I'd hate to have a head like that."

"Well, you haven't," she told him; "you may hug that thought to yourself
if it is any consolation, Randy."

V

Caroline Paine's boarders sat high up on the grandstand. If the boarders
seem in this book to be spoken of collectively, like the Chorus in a
Greek play, or the sisters and aunts and cousins in "Pinafore," it is
not because they are not individually interesting. It is because, _en
Massey_ only, have they any meaning in this history.

Now as they sat on the grandstand, they discerned Mrs. Paine in the
Judge's box. They waved at her, and they waved at Randy, they waved also
at Major Prime. They demanded recognition--some of the more enthusiastic
detached themselves finally from the main group and came down to visit
Caroline. The overflow straggled along the steps to the edge of the
Waterman box. One genial gentleman was forced finally to sit on the
rail, so that his elbow stuck straight into the middle of the back of
George's huntsman's pink.

George moved impatiently. "Ca