"Naw, only the common people," replied the oracle. "Any society person found there would be ostracized." "They would!" exclaimed an elderly Irishman, smoking a pipe at Anne's side. "Is th' ground too poor fur their phroud feet?" "Only think," said a stout woman behind them, leaning forward, "the cottage owners have been tryin' to close up the walk to the public. My brother 's a grocer clerk here and he says the city would be better off without the cottagers. They 're awful! Don't pay their bills and such carryin's on--you 've no idea." "Use n't you to live here?" asked Sara. "I thought I seen you in the city." "Not me. I live over to Jamestown," said the stout woman. In the meantime, Anne had noted to her disgust that two men in white duck trousers and straw yachting caps were trying to catch their attention. It was not to be wondered at, for despite the broad-brimmed hats tilted well over their foreheads and hair in studied disarray, by way of disguise, no more dashing pair had ever patronized Newport's sightseeing system. Of course this aspect of their adventure had not occurred to Anne and she was about to pull Sara's skirt and suggest that they abandon the trip forthwith, when that young woman glancing about for fresh material, suddenly turned pale. "Anne!" she whispered. "For heaven's sake! There 's my cook at the other end of that back seat--the fat, red-headed man. What shall I do?" Anne, without replying, touched the driver and handed him a two-dollar bill. "Keep that," she said, "and please let us out at once." And so, just a bit panic-stricken, but with ardor undimmed, the two awaited the motor car. "We might have known!" observed Sara. "Do you suppose he recognized me?" Anne was laughing. "How in the world could he help it?" "Of course," said Sara, her face lighting with the humor of the incident. "I shan't care at all, provided he does n't give me notice." They were quite ready for Armitage when he came up in the car. "Where to now, Sara?" Anne stamped her foot. "Isn't that the way! When you have the opportunity and the desire for a good time you can't imagine what to do." "Well, let us get into the car, anyway," said Sara, "those detestable creatures who were in the barge have actually followed us." So they entered the motor. Armitage turned inquiringly, but Anne shook her head. "One moment, if you please." "I wanted to ask you, Miss Wellington, if you thought I could get away to-night about seven o'clock?" He glared defiantly at Sara, who was ostentatiously concealing her face in her hand. "I have rather an important engagement." "Why--" Anne glanced at Sara, who seeing an opening for a new avenue of fun, was now laughing unreservedly. "You really can't think of it, you know, dear," she said. "Why, at seven o'clock he will just begin to be useful." Anne saw the chauffeur's shoulders shrug angrily, and it amused her.