r disapproval of her daughter's
characterization of the situation.

"Funny! exciting!" she exclaimed. "You are quite impossible, Anne.
Porter, is this our car?"

The negro examined the tickets and waved his hand toward the steps.

"Ya'as'm, cyar five; state room A, an' upper 'n lower ten, for dem
ladies," indicating the maids. "Ya'as'm, jes' step dis way."

With a few directions to the footman, who thereupon retraced his steps
to the station, the woman followed her daughter and the maids into the
car. A minute or so later the train was rolling out into the yard with
its blazing electric lights, and Armitage, now hopelessly wakeful, was
in the smoking compartment, regarding an unlighted cigar. Here the
porter found him.

"Say, Gen'ral," he said, "dem folks is of de vehy fust quality. Dey
had got abo'd dey yacht dis ebenin', so dey was sayin', an' somethin'
was broke in de mashinery. So dey come asho' from whar dey went on de
ship at de yacht club station. Dey simply hab got ter get to Newport
to-morrow, kase dey gwine receive some foreign king or other an'--"

"Sam," interrupted Armitage, "did you find out who they are?"

"Ya'as, suh. Ah sut'nly did," was the pompous reply. "Dey is de
Wellingtons."

"Wellington," Armitage regarded the porter gravely. "Sam, I have been
in Newport off and on for some time, but have been too busy to study
the social side. Still, I happen to know you have the honor of having
under your excellent care, the very elect of society."

"Well, dey only gib me fifty cents," grimaced the porter, "an' dat don'
elect 'em to nothin' wid me."

Armitage laughed.

"You were lucky," he said. "You should have paid them for the honor."

The porter shook his head gloomily. "Two bits," he growled. "I don'
see no sassiety partiality in dat."

"No," Armitage reached into his pocket; "Here, Sam, is fifty cents for
hefting that young woman's bag." He paused and smiled. "It is the
nearest I have ever come to paying the bills for such a beautiful
creature. I like the experience. Now don't forget to call me at
Wickford Junction, or the other people either; for when I get them
aboard the _General_ I am going to start a mutiny, throw the mater
overboard, and go to sea. For, Sam, I rather imagine Miss Wellington
glanced at me as she boarded the train."

The porter laughed, pocketing the silver piece, and left Armitage to
his own devices. He sat for a long time, still holding the unlig