“Yours, I believe, Mrs. Tutwiler.”

“Pardon, but didn’t you notice I played the ace?”

Maxine graduated in white, with a sash. Mrs. Pardee was on the committee to beautify the grounds around the M. K. & T. railroad station. When relatives from Back East (meaning Nebraska, Kansas, or Missouri) visited an Okoocheeite cards were sent out for an “At Home,” and everything was as formal as a court levee in Victoria’s time. Mrs. Pardee began to talk of buying an automobile. The town was full of them. There were the flivvers and lower middle-class cars owned by small merchants, natives (any one boasting twelve year’s residence) and unsuccessful adventurers of the Sam Pardee type. Then there were the big, high-powered scouting