She turned to Major Prime and did the wise thing and the thing he
liked. "You were," she said, simply, "but I am not going to be sorry
for you, shall I?"

"No," he said, "I am not sorry for--myself----"

For a moment there was silence, then Becky carried the conversation
into lighter currents. "Everybody is here for the Horse Show next
week. Your mother's house is full, and those awful Waterman people
have guests."

"One of them came down with us."

"The good-looking man who offered us a ride?"

"Oh, of course if you like that kind of looks, he's the kind of man
you'd like," said Randy, "but coming down he seemed rather out of tune
with the universe."

"How out of tune?"

"Well, it was hot and he was hot----"

"It is hot, Randy, and perhaps he isn't used to it."

"Are you making excuses for him?"

"I don't even know him."

Major Prime interposed. "His man was a corking little chap, never