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"
Watch
,
and
put
your
trust
in
Holiday
.
"
They
became
jovial
about
five-thirty
and
,
linking
arms
,
strolled
up
and
down
the
boardwalk
in
a
row
,
chanting
a
monotonous
ditty
about
the
sad
sea
waves
.
Then
Kerry
saw
a
face
in
the
crowd
that
attracted
him
and
,
rushing
off
,
reappeared
in
a
moment
with
one
of
the
homeliest
girls
Amory
had
ever
set
eyes
on
.
Her
pale
mouth
extended
from
ear
to
ear
,
her
teeth
projected
in
a
solid
wedge
,
and
she
had
little
,
squinty
eyes
that
peeped
ingratiatingly
over
the
side
sweep
of
her
nose
.
Kerry
presented
them
formally
.
"
Name
of
Kaluka
,
Hawaiian
queen
!
Let
me
present
Messrs.
Connage
,
Sloane
,
Humbird
,
Ferrenby
,
and
Blaine
.
"
The
girl
bobbed
courtesies
all
around
.
Poor
creature
;
Amory
supposed
she
had
never
before
been
noticed
in
her
life
--
possibly
she
was
half-witted
.
While
she
accompanied
them
(
Kerry
had
invited
her
to
supper
)
she
said
nothing
which
could
discountenance
such
a
belief
.
"
She
prefers
her
native
dishes
,
"
said
Alec
gravely
to
the
waiter
,
"
but
any
coarse
food
will
do
.
"
All
through
supper
he
addressed
her
in
the
most
respectful
language
,
while
Kerry
made
idiotic
love
to
her
on
the
other
side
,
and
she
giggled
and
grinned
.
Amory
was
content
to
sit
and
watch
the
by-play
,
thinking
what
a
light
touch
Kerry
had
,
and
how
he
could
transform
the
barest
incident
into
a
thing
of
curve
and
contour
.
They
all
seemed
to
have
the
spirit
of
it
more
or
less
,
and
it
was
a
relaxation
to
be
with
them
.
Amory
usually
liked
men
individually
,
yet
feared
them
in
crowds
unless
the
crowd
was
around
him
.
He
wondered
how
much
each
one
contributed
to
the
party
,
for
there
was
somewhat
of
a
spiritual
tax
levied
.
Alec
and
Kerry
were
the
life
of
it
,
but
not
quite
the
centre
.
Somehow
the
quiet
Humbird
,
and
Sloane
,
with
his
impatient
superciliousness
,
were
the
centre
.
Dick
Humbird
had
,
ever
since
freshman
year
,
seemed
to
Amory
a
perfect
type
of
aristocrat
.
He
was
slender
but
well-built
--
black
curly
hair
,
straight
features
,
and
rather
a
dark
skin
.
Everything
he
said
sounded
intangibly
appropriate
.
He
possessed
infinite
courage
,
an
averagely
good
mind
,
and
a
sense
of
honor
with
a
clear
charm
and
noblesse
oblige
that
varied
it
from
righteousness
.
He
could
dissipate
without
going
to
pieces
,
and
even
his
most
bohemian
adventures
never
seemed
"
running
it
out
.
"
People
dressed
like
him
,
tried
to
talk
as
he
did
...
Amory
decided
that
he
probably
held
the
world
back
,
but
he
would
n't
have
changed
him
.
...
He
differed
from
the
healthy
type
that
was
essentially
middle
class
--
he
never
seemed
to
perspire
.
Some
people
could
n't
be
familiar
with
a
chauffeur
without
having
it
returned
;
Humbird
could
have
lunched
at
Sherry
's
with
a
colored
man
,
yet
people
would
have
somehow
known
that
it
was
all
right
.
He
was
not
a
snob
,
though
he
knew
only
half
his
class
.
His
friends
ranged
from
the
highest
to
the
lowest
,
but
it
was
impossible
to
"
cultivate
"
him
.
Servants
worshipped
him
,
and
treated
him
like
a
god
.
He
seemed
the
eternal
example
of
what
the
upper
class
tries
to
be
.
