I'll run up to Spindrift House to see them as often as I can this summer....

How's the kid ?" "Fine.

Do you want to see him ?" "Yes, I'd like to." His sister caught his hand, jumped up, and led him into the house to the nursery where a normal and in nowise extraordinary specimen of infancy reposed in a cradle, pink with slumber, one thumb inserted in its mouth.
"Isn't he a wonder," murmured Neville, venturing to release the thumb.
The young mother bent over, examining her offspring in all the eloquent silence of pride unutterable.

After a little while she said: "I've got to feed him.

Go back to the others, Louis, and say I'll be down after a while." He sauntered back through the comfortable but modest house, glancing absently about him on his way to the terrace, nodding to familiar faces among the servants, stopping to inspect a sketch of his own which he had done long ago and which his sister loved and he hated.
"Rotten," he murmured--"it has an innocence about it that is actually more offensive than stupidity." On the terrace Stephanie Swift came over to him: "Do you want a single at tennis, Louis?
The others are hot for Bridge--except Gordon Collis--and he is going to dicker with a farmer over some land he wants to buy." Neville looked at the others: "Do you mean to say that you people are going to sit here all hunched up around a table on a glorious day like this ?" "We are," said Alexander Cameron, calmly breaking the seal of two fresh, packs.