He'll always think St.Regis's spoiled him, so he'll send his sons to day school in Portland.

He'll die of locomotor ataxia when he's forty-one, and his wife will give a baptizing stand or whatever you call it to the Presbyterian Church, with his name on it--" "Hold up, Amory.

That's too darned gloomy.

How about yourself ?" "I'm in a superior class.

You are, too.