rest on Monday morning, and had lunch with Mrs. Robbie Walling and
Oliver and Alice. They had arrayed him in a frock coat and silk hat
and fancy "spats"; and they took him and sat him in the front row of
Robbie's box.

There was a great tan-bark arena, in which the horses performed; and
then a railing, and a broad promenade for the spectators; and then,
raised a few feet above, the boxes in which sat all Society. For the
Horse Show had now become a great social function. Last year a
visiting foreign prince had seen fit to attend it, and this year
"everybody" would come.

Montague was rapidly getting used to things; he observed with a
smile how easy it was to take for granted embroidered bed and table
linen, and mural paintings, and private cars, and gold plate. At
first it had seemed to him strange to be waited upon by a white
woman, and by a white man quite unthinkable; but he was becoming
accustomed to having silent and expressionless lackeys everywhere
about him, attending to his slightest want. So he presumed that if
he waited long enough, he might even get used to horses which had
their tails cut off to stumps, and their manes to rows of bristles,
and which had been taught to lift their feet in strange and
eccentric ways, and were driven with burred bits in their mouths to
torture them and make them step lively.

There were road-horses, coach-horses, saddle-horses and hunters,
polo-ponies, stud-horses--every kind of horse that is used for
pleasure, over a hundred different "classes" of them. They were put
through their paces about the ring, and there was a committee which
judged them, and awarded blue and red ribbons. Apparently their