And that's Malcolm MacIntyre, my cousin, who is sitting beside her.

That's his brother Keith helping Aunt Allison with the programme cards." Mary stared at the two young men, vaguely disappointed.

They were the two little knights of Kentucky, but they were grown up, like all the other heroes and heroines she had looked forward to meeting.

She told herself that she might have expected it, for she knew that Malcolm was Joyce's age; but she had associated them so long with the handsome little fellows in the photograph Lloyd had, clad in the knightly costumes of King Arthur's time, that it was hard to recognize them now, in these up-to-date, American college boys, who had long ago discarded their knightly disguises.
"And that," said Elise, as another young man came out of the house with a sheet of music in his hand for Miss Howe, "is Mister Alex Shelby.

He lives in Louisville, but he comes out to the Valley all the time to see Bernice.