PART THREE.
THE GREAT EMOTION I Mrs.Alan Hosack, bearing a more than ever remarkable resemblance to those ship's figureheads that are still to be seen in the corners of old lumber yards, led the way out to the sun porch.

Her lavish charms, her beaming manner, her clear blue eye, milky complexion, reddish hair, and the large bobbles and beads with which she insisted upon decorating herself made Howard Cannon's nickname of Cornucopia exquisitely right.
She was followed by Mrs.Cooper Jekyll and a man servant, whose arms were full of dogs and books and newspapers.
"The dogs on the ground, Barrett," she said, "the books and papers on the table there, my chair on the right-hand side of it and bring that chair forward for Mrs.Jekyll.We will have the lemonade at once.

Tell Lestocq that I shall not want the car before lunch, ask Miss Disberry to telephone to Mrs.John Ward Harrison and say that I will have tea with her this afternoon with pleasure, and when those two good little Sisters of Mercy finally arrive,--I could see them, all sandy, struggling along the road from my room, Augusta; dear me, what a life,--they are to be given luncheon as usual and the envelope that is on the hall table.

That will do, I think." The man servant was entirely convinced that it would.
"And now, make yourself comfortable, dear Augusta, and tell me everything.

So very kind of you to drive over like this on such a sunny morning.