him. She was still thinking of him when Randy came back.
"Did you get your fan?" he asked.
"No. Never mind, Randy. I will have one of the servants look for it."
"But I do mind."
She hesitated. "Well, don't look for it now. Let's go in and join the others. Are they going down to supper?"
Supper was served in the great Hunt Room, which was below the ballroom. It was a historic and picturesque place, and had been the scene for over a century of merry-making before and after the fox-hunts for which the county was famous. There were two great fireplaces, almost hidden to-night by the heaped-up fruits of the harvest, orange and red and green, with cornstalks and goldenrod from the fields for decorations.
Becky found Mary alone at a small table in a corner. Truxton had left her to forage for refreshments and Randy followed him.
"Are you having a good time, Mary?"
Mary did not answer at once. Then she said, bravely, "I don't quite fit in, Becky. I am still an—outsider."
"Oh, Mary!"